Testo di Prix Fixe

Lined up before the beasts They eat me up each time I incite trick or treat as I bite back with my eyes I am invited to the feast as a piece of pecan pie I tease them to a sweet release in my pride Like I've got nothing to hide I'm the crime they seek, but I'm too shy to peek Counting on the dark side; blind, dumb Ready or not, here I come I'm naked on a plate, bathing bait in the baste It's the savory flavor of praise I'm laid out like a seder catered to the plagues Hey, l'chaim, I made it from the kiddie table Enemies in a trance, spin them in with a dizzy dance Keep those devils close in this spit roast rotisserie romance Raise a toast! Blow up smoke over boasts, fawn all over their charm I fall right into their arms Now I've got the monsters hot where I want them Mouths watering, pondering slaughtering me I wander into the cauldron at the altar I am the offering Calling all the goblins to gobble on me Conjure a toxic shock, swallow this caustic tea I'm a martyr with the heart of a guard dog in heat Chew off a prime piece of meat and choke on this Bon apetit I'm the crime they seek but I'm too shy to peek Counting on the dark side; blind, dumb Ready or not, here I come I'm naked on a plate, bathing bait in the baste It's the savory flavor of praise I'm laid out like a seder catered to the plagues Hey, l'chaim, I made it from the kiddie table Licking their lychee lips Switching out shots of whiskey with a wishful twist We'll slip into something sickly Such a mischievous mix Of frisky business, risk and pre fixe listlessness Tisk tisk