II. Gluttony

I gratify my flesh because I am weak
I idolize the flesh because I am weak
I gratify my flesh because I am weak
I idolize the flesh because I am weak
I gratify my flesh because I am weak
I idolize the flesh because I am weak
I gratify my flesh because I am weak
I idolize the flesh because I am weak

Send them out for the slaughter
Taste in God's gracious disease
Fill their cradles for oblation
We'll throw the dead into the sea

Keep that knife up at my throat be careful just don't cut the rope
No gratitude, don't gratify, no peace of mind, I testify
Forgo the taste, I know my place, with devil out on portside
Look at my eyes shoulda been more quiet
Fight the disguise, bet I'm gagging on a diet
Seed me, breed me: the need of a deity,
Face down ass up for the sake of trinity
This piggy went home, marked for the kingdom
Wholesale didn't need a fatty as a victim
Dust to dust, sate lust with bust
Tumefy, these habits ain't off the cuff
Pork tryna get grown, not just the big bones,
Way too late, they got you in the system
Loop de loop around you go
Late nights quick bites you reap what you sow

Send them out for the slaughter
Taste in God's gracious disease
Fill their cradles for oblation
We'll throw the dead into the sea

Exsanguinate my soul
There's no use for my body
Hemophagia rejoices
The fear of shame keeps us from sleep
I'm bloated and unsteady
All my ribs have been exposed
My mind is ever ready
These forty days keep us from peace

Send them out
Taste in God
Fill their cradles
You're dead to me

Send them out for the slaughter
Taste in God's gracious disease
Fill their cradles for oblation
We'll throw the dead into the sea



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Writer(s): Stefan Ebersole
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