Thrashed Vol.3

Vodcarnivore

To the fleshgod
I sold my soul
…for meat
And alcohol

You try to tell me that i´m an evil guy
Not living by your selfmade rules
For my delicious dinner poor creatures have to die
Fuck off to your greenpeace ship of fools

I love my fluid alcoholic
And prefer  the animals dead
Better than your two-faced symbolic
(moral)  standard as you shovel your tofu steak up your head

Steak up your head

I give a fuck bout your opinion
(and that) You prefer your grains low-fat
Meat industry regards me as a minion
Shut up (for a  second) and allow me to ask: “IS IT LIKE THAT?”

You´re nothing but an undesired grass loving whore
Accept the fact I´m a vodcarnivore
Don´t think about it and get me some more
Booze and meat – I´m a vodcarnivore

Oh, now you´re crying, so sorry about this
Wait for me as I get a tissue
No recycled paper, so  let me say it with a kiss
Go and fuck  yourself and solve the issue

You tell me I am what I eat
And that I live in a filthy place
Feeding off flesh is my deed
And a fine bottle of vodka is what makes my days

What makes my days

Now will you let me have my meal
A cute slice of pork on my plate
And a bottle of wodka, that´s the deal
I´m glad that I helped you to extend your fucking hate

You fail to see you´re an undesired grass loving whore
Accept the fact that you´re messing with a vodcarnivore
You´ll never get laid, accept it and get me some more
Booze and meat – I´m a vodcarnivore

Vodcarnivore
Get me some more
Booze and meat
Vodcarnivore

 

 

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