A regular guy with sadistic intent
Only when full am I truly content
Regular life, so meaningless and dull
When I cook my desires are fulfilled
It’s the ultimate high
It’s like being reborn
It’s like meeting God
I’d gouge his eyes out too, if I could
At first I didn’t understand
Why these things played out in my head
Until one day I couldn’t stop
Until the sorry fuck was dead
The smell of blood
The taste flesh
Your cooperation
Is all I ask
I prefer you struggle
Please try to resist
I enjoy a challenge
This I do insist
Hand grasping your throat
And knife to the gut
We’ll open you up
With a slow moving cut
Let’s take a look inside
See what we can find
I’ll cook it right on up
With some lima beans and a nice chianti
I kill
‘cause I can
There’s no denying the pleasure it brings me
I’ll stop
When I’m dead
They’ll talk about me like Christ, Gandhi, or Reagan
A master of my craft
Like a twisted Iron Chef
I’ll cook up Bobby Flay
And the rest of those celebrity hacks
Mind the portion size
I don’t want to get too full
Sadistic Culinary Arts
A need I must fulfill
It’s the ultimate high
It’s like being reborn
It’s like meeting God
I’d gouge his eyes out too, if I could
So divine, unlike anything else
And to believe I get it all to myself
You’ll never know just how good you taste
Unless I force it down your fucking face
It’s the ultimate high
It’s like being reborn
It’s like meeting God
I’d eat the fucker too, if I could
credits
from Desolate Paradise,
released August 25, 2018
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Guitar/Bass/Drum Programming - Peter Hasselbrack
Vocals/Lyrics - Craig Harley Schmuhl
Solo - Kelly Mclauchlin
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Mixed/Mastered by Chernobyl Studios
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