Flavourtown

You're in the town of flavour
We're cooking all the time
You see that bloody vapour
We cook our food alive

You feel the heat, you burn in our stove
You feel defeat, your purpose is known
You feel defeat, your purpose is known

You're drenched in pain forever
With salty wounds that bleed
It's burning hot with pepper
We'll smoke you like some weed

You feel the heat, you burn in our stove
You feel defeat, your purpose is known
You feel defeat, your purpose is known

How I have fallen from heaven
For I am morningstar, son of the dawn
Your life is over but it's time for desert
And because of your sins, this will surely hurt
Now sizzle and fry as you lay to die
In the delicious depths of Flavourtown Hahahaha

This recipe we'll make of your soul
More than you need, this never gets old
You feel the heat, you burn in our stove
You feel defeat, your purpose is known
You feel defeat, your purpose is known



Credits
Writer(s): Bucket Boyz
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