i woke up today hungry for something new she wants to leave but i made her stay there is something i need to do controlled by the voices inside my head my hands have their own will making my daily bread i didn t tell her it was part of the deal that she would wind up as her own last meal chorus murder for breakfast murder for lunch murder for dinner oh yeah and murder for brunch after a nap i wanted more so i called up an old flame of mine shortly after she knocked on my door i welcomed her with a glass of bloodred wine she was tempting delicious oh so sweet my appetite grew by the sight of such prime meat i asked her to take off her skirt but didn t tell her she was the dessert