Testo Last Meal Project 86
And I am ripe for the feast
And I am dripping form their mouths
As they say to me:
Well eat whatâs left of you before weâre through
The lust for blood within reach
Weâve woken under your feet
No longer
Frightened by these vampires
This situation is clear
No longer clouded by fear
Like cornered dogs weâll turn and
Bite the hand that feeds but does not kill
Sleep and dream
Hiding from the day
Pay no mind to shapes that wind
Around you where you lay there will be time for waking
There will be time for taking
But who?
But you-
Parasites come in many shapes
And you forgot that we have teeth too
While you were feeding off our blood we
Became one of you
There is something coming that you forgot me friend
The very beast that you create is the one whoâll slay you in the end
You thought Iâd go down easy
But now youâre coming
With me
Youâll burn with me
Youâll never take us alive