Cannibal

Paint It Black

Compositor: Paint It Black

I hate the way you live,
taking more than you give.
Cannibal, we're gonna pay the
price for your appetites.
Your body's a cemetery, and
you'll drown in your own
waste. We're getting sick of
the taste. You're dead
inside; I can smell it on
your breath. You're dead
inside; you'll take until
there's nothing left. There's
nowhere to hide...