Feed the Wolves - Withering Surface

A delicate course served well

From the menu I wouldn’t tell

As the intimate whispers dwell

And the grease flows

Now turn your back, please

Feed now, a blink, an inch of self esteem

Applause rounds off, within minutes you swoon

As you feed the wolves your eyes blitz of loss

As you feed the wolves I barely understand

The third course starts to smell

From the, emu it makes no sense

As you feed the wolves your eyes blitz of loss

As you feed the wolves I barely understand

As you feed the wolves I barely understand

Now you fed the woles and I scratch my feverish flesh

As the intimate whispers dwell

And the grease flows

Now turn your back, please

As the intimate whispers dwell

And the grease flows

Now turn your back, please

The last course infects me well

From the menu I now can tell