Beast of Honor

I'm a taste test

At the beast fest

Got your crest on my breast

Take one look, at your cook

Feed yourself, I'm on a hook

At this feast of ours

I'm borne on your back

The feast tastes

You could say

Paints my taste on his face

I've no disguise at this feast of ours

Ours, devour

Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing

What do we feel, oh oh oh

Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing

What do we feel, oh oh oh

I am a harm healer

Such a weak feeder

What a gut teaser on a hook

I'm on a hook yeah, I'm on a hook

Smell that cook, uhuh

No more, ditch dealer

I'm your

Dream digger

At this feast of ours

I'm the beast of honor

Honor

Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing

What do we feel, oh oh oh

Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing

What do we feel, oh oh oh

Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing

What do we feel, oh oh oh

Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing

What do we feel, oh oh oh

Oh, oh, oh

At this feast of ours, ours