A transparent heart can't hide it's blackest wish
Even blood, pounding deceit, only makes your motives clearer
Your scheme to conceal the desire may be wise,
But I can still see lust hidden in your famished eyes

Now that you've she'd your skin,
You suppose it's time to feed?
Well, I won't be your submissive prey;
I've tamed my share of beasts

Now that you've she'd your skin,
Don't assume it's time to feed
Suspicion is the blood
That lingers on the meat

A transparent heart can't hide it's blackest wish
Even blood, pounding deceit, only makes your motives clearer
Your scheme to conceal the desire may be wise,
But I can still see lust hidden in your famished eyes

Love is often gilded with a glaze of deceitful bliss to hide the darkness underneath
It's not what it seems
It's not what it appears to be
Suspicion is the blood
That lingers on the meat[x2]

The more you devour, the more you crave the taste of the life you profess to care for
You will remain a slave to your own satisfaction
Until you drain the starvation from your eyes and see that I, too, know how to kill
I will fucking kill