hunter gatherer / fresh new meat, all for me

fresh new meat brand new target

crocodile tears and a mouth full of saliva

my poorly feigned weakness 

I bare my god-given perfectly shaped teeth wide

and press my fang onto my tongue

to test the waters, to sharpen the axe

god gave me these teeth

so let me sink them deep

fresh new meat all mine to eat

I plan out the way I'll stare at her

with the best facade of innocence in my eyes

and I'll lean in closely and slowly and timidly and shyly

ready for it, ready for the bite

you're mine, you're mine, you're mine!