Cold feet, have we nothing to eat?
We ate the dog, ate the office and all the sheets.
So we look for encouragement.
We ate our boots but you know that don't give no nourishment.
All our plans, our desires...
We still need something fresh to cook over the fire.

In my brother's eyes I saw that evil was upon him.
I never thought I'd have to use my knife on him.

He bit me.
I should have seen it coming when
he licked me
while I was sleeping. It was all a
bad dream
but now it's coming true.
He wants me in his stew.
I've gotta show him that won't do.

So let's get the show on.
My heart will go on
but your's won't. I slit your throat.
I won't be hasty.
Your foot looks tasty.
It will be the first to go
and when they come back here
will I be shackled
chained up like an animal.
My actions before, it wasn't me lord.
I was only hungry lord.
Please have mercy on my soul.

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