The meal

Living in a circle
And cannot cross the line
Dead is always coming
It's time to pay my fine

My life already ended
But it hasn't finished yet
Nobody paid attention
Cause it's years ago I've met

A being that's still walking
Without been haunted by
Men who have preferings
Which are different from mine

Have you ever seen a body
Lying right in front your feet
Dead and cold and helpless
A delicious kind of meat

Pathology is a technique
My curse brought up this skill
The cemetery is my kitchen
Some meals has been fulfilled

I suffer in my existence
I need more dead, cold meat
But my desire turns to other
The living I want to eat

Killing one of those
Is a wish I can't deny
Scarving their lovely faces
And hear their voices cry

Eternity is my curse
And the mirror is my show
Desperation is the reason
Of eating myself now

Of eating myself now