I'm the sadist that reminds you of your blessing,
And the reaper that takes them away
To a place where they can lay there,
And wilt and rot away

And this cell's just as cold as you left it,
And I'm scratching the walls to escape it

Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us, the rest of us
Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us The Cunning wins again

I'm the glorified liar sending you sentiment,
And then posing as the innocent
You don't know about ignorance or pain,
But you said you could take it away

And this cell's just as cold as you left it,
And I'm scratching the walls to escape it

Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us, the rest of us
Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us The Cunning wins again

You call this inspiration I call this a charade
Driven by institution Hell-bent on cleaning the stain

I should grab all these cannibals, lay them all in a straight line,
And deny their requests for more, more, more

Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us, the rest of us
Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us The Cunning wins again