Meat is animal flesh that is eaten as food. Generally, this means the skeletal muscle and associated fat and other tissues, but it may also describe other edible tissues such as offal. Often, meat is used in a more restrictive sense—the flesh of mammalian species (pigs, cattle, lambs, etc.) raised and prepared for human consumption, to the exclusion of fish and other seafood, poultry, and other animals. Usage varies worldwide by culture, and some countries such as India have large populations that avoid the consumption of all or most kinds of meat. Game or bush meat is also generally distinguished from that produced by agriculture.
The consumption of meat has various traditions and rituals associated with it in different cultures such as kosher and halal and its production is generally regulated by state authorities as well. This article is mainly focused on that process from primary production to consumption.
The word meat comes from the Old English word mete, which referred to food in general. The term is related to mad in Danish, mat in Swedish and Norwegian, and matur in Icelandic, which also mean 'food'. The word "mete" also exists in Old Frisian (and to a lesser extent, modern West Frisian) to denote important food, differentiating it from "swiets" (sweets) and "dierfied" (animal feed).
Michael Lee Aday (born Marvin Lee Aday; September 27, 1947), better known by his stage name, Meat Loaf, is an American hard rock musician and actor. He is noted for the Bat Out of Hell album trilogy consisting of Bat Out of Hell, Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell and Bat Out of Hell III: The Monster is Loose. Bat Out of Hell has sold more than 43 million copies. After more than 30 years, it still sells an estimated 200,000 copies annually and stayed on the charts for over nine years, making it one of the best selling albums of all time.
Although he enjoyed success with Bat Out of Hell and Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell and earned a Grammy Award for Best Rock Vocal Performance, Solo for the song "I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)" on the latter album, Meat Loaf experienced some initial difficulty establishing a steady career within his native US. However, he has retained iconic status and popularity in Europe, especially the UK, where he ranks 23rd for the number of weeks overall spent on the charts. He ranked 96th on VH1's "100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock".
Meet Your Meat is a documentary about factory farming created by People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA), narrated by Alec Baldwin, and directed by Bruce Friedrich and Cem Akin. The documentary explores the treatment of animals in modern animal agriculture (also known as industrial agriculture or factory farming). The film runs 12 minutes long.
The film documents several cases of cruelty to animals, including:
Meet Your Meat helped influence Burger King to adopt more humane policies.
Kevin Danell Mann (born January 10, 1971), better known by his stage name Brotha Lynch Hung, is an American rapper and record producer from Sacramento, California. Since the release of his debut album 24 Deep in 1993, Brotha Lynch Hung has sold 1.4 million CDs independently, and has been described as an innovator of horrorcore and is listed as one of the forefathers of the genre.
Mann grew up a lonely and reclusive child, listening to rappers such as Rakim and Slick Rick on Hot 97. He started rapping at the age of 11.
Mann appeared on and produced 11 of the 12 tracks on X-Raided's 1992 debut album Psycho Active. He was also featured on the song "Ho's E Schemin Too" as well as a skit with Sicx on KRD's album Sac-Town Funk. Performing as the Street Talk Crew, Brotha Lynch Hung, X-Raided, and Sicx released the cassette Niggaz In Black in 1991. It is regarded by Mann as "some of my best work."
In 1992, Brotha Lynch Hung released his first EP, 24 Deep, in 1993 under Black Market Records. The album reached No. 91 on Billboard's R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart, the first of the label's albums to chart.
David Michael Letterman (born April 12, 1947) is an American television host and comedian. He hosts the late night television talk show, Late Show with David Letterman, broadcast on CBS. Letterman has been a fixture on late night television since the 1982 debut of Late Night with David Letterman on NBC. Letterman recently surpassed friend and mentor Johnny Carson for having the longest late-night hosting career in the United States of America.
Letterman is also a television and film producer. His company Worldwide Pants produces his show as well as its network follow-up The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. Worldwide Pants has also produced several prime-time comedies, the most successful of which was Everybody Loves Raymond, currently in syndication.
In 1996, David Letterman was ranked #45 on TV Guide's 50 Greatest TV Stars of All Time.
Letterman was born in Indianapolis, Indiana. His father, Harry Joseph Letterman (April 1915 – February 1973), was a florist of British descent; his mother Dorothy Letterman (née Hofert, now Dorothy Mengering), a Presbyterian church secretary of German descent, is an occasional figure on the show, usually at holidays and birthdays.
Plot
Four friends - John, Ben, Tim and Michael - turned first-time robbers, get stranded in Eastern Europe through a series of misadventures and have to find their way back home. To do so, they'll have to overcome hit men, whores, corrupt cops, smugglers and more, all while rediscovering each other as friends
Keywords: blood, boss, casino, death, gambling, gun-in-mouth, murder, pack-of-money, surprise-ending, wedding
Plot
Living silently among us are the bearers of THE CURSE. Men and women doomed to walk the earth, hungering for human souls and endowed with powerful psychic abilities. Midian, the strongest of the cursed lawmen, returns from exile to hunt down a dangerous supernatural fugitive.
Plot
Mortifera follows Frank (Trevor Mealing) on a journey through the loss of his dead ex-girlfriend (Martine Hefford) and the happenings of an unexplained event. On his journey to find other survivors of an unusual attack he is confronted by a group of ruthless hunters (Dennix DX, Jason Leigh and Jordan Greenhough) which threaten Frank's survival. After discovering Frank's unique abilities the hunters are more pressured into capturing Frank alive, but not without a fight.
Plot
Rachel's life will never be the same: after being abducted, and forced into the world of high stakes betting, Rachel must decide to play, or be played. Could you inflict pain on another in order to survive? From director Craig McMahon (Machined) comes a look into the gentlemen's club SportKill...
place your bets gentlemen...place your bets
Can a person inflict pain on another because they were told to?
Plot
In South Los Angeles, while bringing his beloved son Junior back home from school, the paroled ex-convicted O2 promises his son that he would always come back to him and never leave him alone. However, his car is hijacked and Junior is kidnapped. Without any lead, O2 forces the street vendor Coco to help him to find where his car might have been sent for disassembling. Meanwhile, O2's addicted brother Lucky discovers that the cruel leader of the Outlaw Syndicate, the drug lord Meat, is keeping the boy arrested in a room and asking a ransom of US$ 100,000.00 that he believes O2 have from an old heist. O2 and Coco plot a scheme to put the pimp P-Money and Meat against each other and steal their money.
Keywords: abandoned-warehouse, african-american, ak-47, bag-of-money, bank, bank-robbery, bank-vault, beach, blaxploitation, blood
His son. His life. His freedom. He's taking them all back.
Bonnie And Clyde - On The Flip Side
Meat: [Having slashed off a subordinate's arm with a machete] You bring me my money... you get your arm back
O2: Where's your bathroom? I gotta shit.
Coco: [to Fencing House Lady] What do you think of this dress?::O2: We'll take it...As a matter of fact [draws gun] we'll take all this shit.::Fencing House Lady: Damn, nigga. You know who you're fuckin with?::O2: Somebody asked me that same question earlier.
Plot
When the students of Angel Beach High decide to stage "An Evening With Shakespeare," their efforts are threatened by Miss Balbricker, who views the works of Shakespeare as obscene. She enlists the help of Reverend Bubba Flavel, a religious fanatic who brings along his flock of followers to pressure the school into shutting down the production. When they succeed with the help of corrupt city officials seeking re-election, the gang don't get mad... they get even!
Keywords: 1950s, american-indian, bare-breasts, bare-butt, class, crosley-automobile, crude-humor, crude-humour, cult-film, cult-film
If you thought the night before was funny, wait till you see the next day.
Reverend Flavel: [after the Klan has crashed Rev. Flavel's revival, bald, naked and circumcised] Behold the Spawn of Satan! The Bowels of Perdition. Hear what I say! I speak Salvation! I speak Redemption!::Mickey: [instructing Tommy Turner to turn on the tape recorder] Now.::Reverend Flavel: CLEARLY I say this to thee...::Commissioner Hurley: Holy Shit! Look at the dick on that son of a bitch!::Commissioner Couch: Hey, Mayor! That guy's dork's even bigger that yours!::Commissioner Hurley: If you had a dick like that, you could give your secretary a flying@#$%.::Mayor Abernathy: Look at that snatch!::Woman at Rally: Oh My God! [faints]::Little Girl: Oh, Mother.::Commissioner Couch: Hey, Mayor. Does Reverend Flavel approve of THIS?::Reverend Flavel: [to Mayor] You Scum!::Mayor Abernathy: Approve? Are you kidding? Reverend Flavel GAVE me this one! [audience starts booing loudly]
Reverend Flavel: Blaspehmy! Shakespeare must go! So sayeth the Shepherd!::The Flock Members: SO SAYETH THE FLOCK!::Reverend Flavel: And what sayeth you, Mr. Carter?::Carter: [very angry at this point] Get the Flock out of here!::[the students all start cheering]::Reverend Flavel: This means war! HOLY WAR! Flock! FOLLOW!
Wendy: Hey waiter! Put shit-face's drink here on Commissioner Gebhart's bill! For piss-sake he's up for re-election next week, you think he needs this shit?
Pee Wee: [to Commissioned Gebhart before taking his picture] Say "I'm Ruined!"
Graveyard Gloria: I'm so hot! I want all of you guys. But especially you! [indicating Pee Wee]
[drunken and dressed as a zombie]::Steve: Brian, really, who do I look like?::Brian: [agitated] For the third time... Boris Karloff as "The Mummy".
Billy: What's this?::Tommy: Blueprints.::Billy: I know they're blueprints. What are they of.::Tommy: Take a look.::Billy: Okay, here the school. [Tommy pulls out a metal container, opens it, and pulls a snake out of it.] Okay, so this is the gym.::Tommy: Right.::Billy: So now what?::Tommy: [Puts the snake in his view] So we take this snake...::Billy: [Throws down the blueprints, backs up frantically, screaming] Jesus Christ! What the hell are you doing?! Get that out of my face!::Tommy: You don't like snakes?::Billy: I hate snakes! You know I hate snakes! Jesus! [Indicating Balbricker] What are you going to do, kill her?::Tommy: [Puts the snake back] No, it's just a rat snake. It's not poisonous.::Billy: [Cringing] Yaah!
Tommy: [After opening the correct pipe] Okay Billy, give me the snake.::Billy: Give you the snake? Get your own fuckin' snake, give you the snake! [Grabs his crotch] I got your snake right here.
Wendy: Pee Wee it's not that bad, just tell the guys that you called up all the girls in your harem and none of them wanted to do it with all those jerks.::Pee Wee: I bet you would.::Wendy: I don't have a harem.::Pee Wee: That's not what I heard.
Wendy: Do you know how I got my reputation?::Pee Wee: How?::Wendy: In the 8th grade, I didn't know anything. A bunch of guys wanted to get me to go skinny dipping, I didn't want to but I didn't care if they did so I just watched. I thought it was funny, flopping around...the next day I was a slut, the original mattress-back.
Plot
We follow a bunch of high school kids through a period in their puberty. Their lives mainly consist of watching the girls in the shower and making life a living hell for their teachers and for each other. The movie is packed with practical jokes and eccentric characters, like Pee Wee with the short dick (which he measures every morning) who met up for sex with the school "mattress" Wendy already wearing a rubber, or the fat teaching bitch Beulah Balbricker who is determined on making life a living hell for the boys. The name "Porky's" is the name of a striptease bar the boys get thrown out of and humiliated later in the movie. They have their minds set on revenge, but that's not easy as the owner's brother is sheriff. Only by forgetting their internal differences can they defeat Porky and his gang.
Keywords: 1950s, anti-semitic-slur, anti-semitism, bar, bare-breasts, bare-butt, basketball, beer, blockbuster, boat
Get It At Porky's [Australia Video]
One Fun Place, One Hip Movie!
Keep an eye out for the funniest movie about growing up ever made!
You'll be glad you came!
The RAUNCHIEST Movie about growing up ever made!
Mr. Cavanaugh: Look's like I'm gonna make a man out of you yet, boy.::Tim: A man? If being a man means being what you are, I'd rather be queer.
Tim: Anybody wanna go fly a kite with me tonight? I hear it's great weather for flying KITES! I wonder if there's any KITES around here we can fly!::Brian Schwartz: Hey listen, Cavanaugh. It's not kite, it's KIKE! K-I-K-E, "kike." You know, you're too stupid to even be a good bigot!
Pee Wee Morris: GOD DAMN IT! WILL YOU MOVE IT, YOU LARD ASS?
[in a high-pitched falsetto voice]::Tommy Turner: Hi I'm Paulie the Penis. And I just love to have fun. Ha Ha Ha.
Tommy Turner: Jesus Christ! It's the mother lode.::Billy: I never seen so much wool. You could knit a sweater.::Tommy Turner: This has gotta be the biggest beaver shoot in the history of Florida.
Pee Wee Morris: All I need is a watermelon and two jelly donuts!::Billy: That's it. I am not taking a shower with you.::[Billy and the other guys get up and leave]::Pee Wee Morris: Religious fanatics.
Coach Brakett: That's angel food cake. You touch her and the Food and Drug Administration will get ya for fucking food.
Balbricker: Now, Mr. Carter. I know this is completely unorthodox. But I think this is the only way to find that boy. Now that penis had a mole on it - I'd recognize that penis anywhere. In spite of the juvenile snickers of some, this is a serious matter. That seducer and despoiler must be stopped; he's extremely dangerous. And, Mr. Carter, I'm certain that everyone in this room knows who that is. He's a contemptible little pervert who...::Mr. Carter: Miss Balbricker!::Balbricker: Well, I'm sorry, but I've got him now, and I'm not going to let him slip through my fingers again. Now, all I'm asking is that you give me five boys for a few minutes. The coaches can be present - Tommy Turner and any four boys you see fit to choose and we... and we... can put a stop to this menace. And it is a menace.::[pause]::Balbricker: Well, what are you gonna do about it?::Mr. Carter: Five young boys in the nude, a police line-up so that you can identify his tallywhacker. Please, please can we call it a "tallywhacker"? Penis is so ppp... penis is so personal.::Balbricker: We can put hoods over their heads to avoid embarrassment. Now listen: we have got to do it, as distasteful as it is. I know it's him. That::[pause]::Balbricker: tallywhacker had a mole on it. And that mole is the key to it.::Mr. Carter: Miss Balbricker, do you realize the difficulty of your request? Now, I would be very happy to, uh, to apprehend the young man myself. But can you imagine what the board of education would say if you were granted a line-up in order to examine their private pa... their private parts for an incriminating mole?::Balbricker: But Mr. Carter.::Coach Brakett: Mr. Carter, I think I have a way out of this. We, uh, call the police, and we have 'em send over one of their sketch artists. And Miss Balbricker can give a description. We can put up "Wanted" posters all over school... "Have you seen this prick? Report immediately to Beulah Balbricker. Do not attempt to apprehend this prick, as it is armed and dangerous. It was last seen hanging out in the girls' locker room at Angel Beach High School."
[introducing Cherry to the boys one by one]::Tommy Turner: And this is the *pride* of Angel Beach. Anthony Tuperello, affectionately known as *Meat*.::Cherry Forever: Oh, my God. The boy's deformed!::[laughter from the guys]
Pee Wee Morris: [to Tommy, about the normal-sized condom he was given] It's too big. [Everybody else laughs]::Tommy Turner: Peewee, we don't have any training rubbers.::Mickey: He needs the junior size.::Brian Schwartz: [Seriously] Peewee, tie a knot in it.::Meat: [as Peewee is given another condom and he returns to the bus] Hey Peewee, what do you think this is? The return desk at Macys?
Plot
Scott's life is plagued by two kinds of flashbacks. First are the childhood memories of the rigorous training he and a friend endured under a martial arts master. The second is of a mission Scott went on that ended with him watching his friend get murdered. Scott later becomes drawn closer to a vicious crime ring known as The Octagon. As he gets closer to the truth, Scott learns that these may be the men that murdered his friend so long ago.
Keywords: action-hero, bare-breasts, beating, blowgun, bo-staff, bodyguard, brawl, brother-vs-brother, brunette, burned-alive
In a world of choices, for one man there is no choice . . . he must face THE OCTAGON
Chuck Norris is Scott James, who must face the Ninja, the unholy masters of terror in . . .
The Ninja, unholy masters of terror. No one will admit they still exist
Only one man can stop them.
No-one will admit they still exist! Unholy masters of terror...
Scott: It can't be... all the Ninja are dead...
Scott: That's an insult to both of us. It makes me stupid and you... a whore.
Scott: Doggo is not the answer... nswer... swer... wer... er... r...
Doggo: You want the final say? You got the final say.
McCarn: If you saw ninjas, you're seeing ghosts.
Scott: If winning overshadows everything, why didn't you teach one of us to lose?
Scott: Oh my God! Ninja... ja... ja... ja...
Tibor: Besides, terrorists are crazy. Mercenaries I understand, but terrorists... puuhh!
Intro: *Alarm Sounds*
Damn alarm clock
I hate alarms clocks
Hey babe I gotta get up
Wake him up, take him to school
Ima have that talk wit him
Ima have that talk wit him
Alright, yeah, Heeeeeey
Real shit y'all.
Verse:
I only got enough money for some hamburger
meat
but I still aint trippin that's the shit I like to eat
but my son he like "Daddy this is all we got to
eat?"
I'm like son I'm bout to sign big time I'm
downloadin beats
and I'm bout to start writing to em
and if the fans don't buy (fuck em)
Ima kill em in they sleep
Bring that extra cheese
We gon eat some how
Like Vietnamese (somehow)
Chinese, Japanese
Gettin dirty knees (fuck!)
Make us a fuckin sack o G
With the AR
Automatic Uzi Machine
All ya gotta do is wash it off and then put it in
the freeze then we good for another couple o'
weeks (MEAT!)
When you get older like me
You be tuckin the heat
And if not, you
You be stuck in the streets
I wanna say ya mom love you but that's up to
And we gon do what we gotta do and that's get
the meat
Strange Music got my back there hopefully
But if not see there really ain't no hope for me
That mean we goin through the same situations
That mean we gon keep go n do the same shit
you hatin
Chorus:
MEAT
We gotta find somethin to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin wit the heat
Even if we lie to you
We gon get the meat
Verse2:
I only got enough money for some Top Ramen
Noodles
My son lookin at me like he dont wanna come
too close
He saw me in the bathroom cryin, it was too
late
I couldn't even keep a straight face like a 2face
All them mothafuckas around me, they was too
fake
I ain't got a album out, now they call me 'Too
Late'
Barbeque yesterday; Where da fuck was I at??
Football Game; Where's my mothafuckin Hi at?!
I remember Lizmore Drive, even afta that
Starin at my strange change, thinkin I ain't goin
back
I got a new life
Ima get a new wife
Ima get a new Nine
I think it was due time
No matter who's wrong or who's right
Life is like shakin em up n rollin two dice, a thin
slice
And my old school homie like "Where you been
Ice?"
Marinatin, Stomach achin, shit ain't been right
Chorus extended
(Hey Kev wake up x2)
Verse3:
Lil Kevin wake up its school time, getcha clothes
Don't nobody love you like me, we in the O zone
Twilight zone
All we got to eat today is bullshit
Time for you to pray but I don't pray I carry full
clips
You can't be like me cause I'm a fuck up
And if we both fuckin up
You gon be just like me
It's gon be a tight squeeze
We can get through this
You my lil nigga
So nigga we gon do dis (shit)
I can count it on one hand
Old as I am
I can still count it on one hand
We both Kevin Mann
We both gotta stretch it out like a rubba band
I got anotha plan
I got a million of em
Ima still come wit em
Ima still run wit em
We gotta keep it goin
And then I'm done wit it
Ima wash my hands
Im hella broke but I don't dance
Chorus
Outro:
Alright son
what time you get outta school?
what? 2:30
Alright, you meet me down the street
Where we usually meet at..
Im, I'm goin to get someone
You just getcha fuckin ass in that fuckin class
I seek life... so don't you even try to get outside my reign
You run away... no matter where you go you know you shall be mine
I will listen... to the sound of your breath
My fast claws... they switch it to the death
While your meat... it's getting harder from the suffering
Let's dance on her again and then we crash on down without a fair
Unable to delay, my pain is running plenty by this game
It's dead meat now... I will show you how...
It's dead meat now... I will have it now
My footsteps are near, I tear away and bring again
The soul flies, they are inside, meat lacerated into your brain
I seek life... so don't you even try to get outside my reign
You run away... no matter where you go you know you shall be mine
I will listen... to the sound of your breath
My fast claws... they switch it to the death
While your meat... it's getting harder from the suffering
My footsteps are near, I tear away and bring again
The soul flies, they are inside, meat lacerated into your brain
My footsteps are near, I tear away and bring again
It don't feel much like a home without a dog
It don't feel much like a pool without a frog
It don't feel much like a world without a girl
It don't feel much like a girl without a human being
It don't feel much like a fish without a pond
It don't feel much like a fence with no beyond
It don't feel much like a church without a god inside
It don't feel much like a bank without a lot of money
Oh come on baby give me your meat
It don't feel much like a foot without a shoe
It don't feel much like a me without a you
It don't feel much like a train without a buffet car
It don't feel much like a bed when there's nobody on it
Ah swallow it
It don't feel much like a bath without a plug
It don't feel much like a hole without a drug
It don't feel much like a drug without a side effect
It don't feel much like an effect if you don't love nobody
Scum who sit high, emanating bullshit
Empty vessels look up waiting to be sated.
With a callous disregard of human life
It grinds us up like meat.
Filled to the brim, going of like warheads
Exploding in hate, create our own extinction
With a callous disregard of human life
It grinds us up like meat.
With no foundation, no fools to hold high
Those who controlled us alongside us shall grind
Cheat us of a chance used up and spat out
Obeying scumbags
I love to smoke. I love to smoke and I love to eat red meat. I love to eat raw fucking red meat. Nothing I like better than sucking down a hot steaming cheese burger and a butt at the same time. I love to smoke. I love to eat red meat. I'll only eat red meat that comes from cows who smoke, ok!? Special cows they grow in Virginia with voice boxes in their necks. "[VB] Moo"
I tried eating vegetarian. I feel like a wimp going into a restaurant. "What do you want to eat sir? Brocolli?" Brocolli's a side dish, folks. Always was, always will be, ok? When they ask me what I want, I say, "What do you think I want!? This is America. I want a bowl of raw red meat right now. Forget about that. Bring me a live cow over to the table. I'll carve off what I want and ride the rest home! [Making riding noises]"
I gonna open up my own place. Open my own restaurant and get away from you people. I gonna open up a restaurant with two smoking sections; Ultra and Regular, ok? And we're not gonna have any tables or any chairs or any napkins. None of that pussy shit. Just a big wide open black space. And all we're gonna serve is raw meat, right on the bone! And only men are going to eat there, naked men, sitting around a big giant camp fire, and no men's room either. You have to piss, you mark your territory like a wolf! And if some guy has a heart attack from eating too much meat, fuck him, we throw him in the fire! More meat for the other meat-eaters! Yeah!
I've got somethin' in my eye - I don't know what is is
I thought it might be a sty - cause all I see are pigs
High-lives rolling in the mud while all I do is try
To save my soul a better seat in the empty sky
Save me from myself
From everyone else pullin' me down the drain
We are nothing - we are meat in the dying game
Save me from my destiny
The weak link in the chain
We are nothing - we are meat - we are all the same
We are nothing - we are meat
Out for #1
In the grinder, in the hole
Running from the gun
I'll be looking down on you if I get that high
If I told you what's inside of your mind
Would you face it or tell me that I'm being unkind
Can you see just how your instincts are ruling your head
Do you know that if you follow them you're soon to end up dead
There is more to us than I'll kill you before you can kill me
It's there in each of us
I know it's here inside of me
I know fear way down deep
I smell fear, fresh meat
I'm not like you
I use what's in my head
I think
I know which side comes out ahead
I think
Anger bringing you down like an animal
Crawling around on the ground
I see you hanging there another helpless piece of meat
Unthinking empty head for all the other animals to eat
They smell your fear rabid dogs nipping at your feet
They will tear you down
Your brainless head will taste so sweet
I know fear way down deep
I smell fear, fresh meat
I'm not like you
I use what's in my head
I think
I know which side comes out ahead
I think
In your mind you draw that line
Are you gonna shine or will you flatline
Which side, you decide
Is it a gift, a curse, or is it something worse
A weapon, a tool, you a hero or a fool
I know fear way down deep
I smell fear, fresh meat
I'm not like you
I use what's in my head
I think
I know which side comes out ahead
Now i'm confused But the fly continue to fight against the screen
I watch but the head start to go around cause nwo there's silence here
Now there's a new box on your bed I 'm feeling free no w i'm feeling different
Watch me cause my blood has done my meat So sweet
Now i'm here driving my car faster than everyone
Now my head is so clear like your eyes eat me Swallow me then eat me now
Please let's take my hand and lick my head " how is clear"
With your anger-tears eat my bones eat my bones eat my bones
Scanning the crowd for a beauty
My vision’s prepared by my lust
my senses are searching for signs
the only thing that I can trust
The scent of musk fills my nose
Hot eyes staring deep into mine
the steaming curves of her flesh
hit me right into my spine
Roaming through alleys in darkness
in search for pulsing blood
the smell of the living surrounds me
exciting my undead heart
The centuries building my memory
are wiped away by my greed
in the face of my paralysed prey
my cold brain is sceaming for meat
Meat to feed my body
Blood to fill my vein
Carnal need corrupts control
just to keep me sane
Meat to cause existance
Flesh to please my soul
Carnal greed reflects the hunger
that I can’t control
Feeling the hunger inside me
wakening savage desire
grabbing the fat-dripping pieces
roasted on hot glowing fire
biting and chewing the lumps
swallowing what used to live
achieving the sweet satisfaction
a well-filled stomache can give
Meat to feed my body
Blood to fill my vein
Carnal need corrupts control
just to keep me sane
Meat to cause existance
Flesh to please my soul
Carnal greed enjoys the hunger
Meeaaaaaaaaaaaat.....
You taste what you want from me
You taste all of the gristle from the bones I need
To stand up to you, to live up to fools
It's too troubling
Can't take what you like from me
Can't take all of the vision that your money thieves
Don't be careless now, just a pretty babe
A cool covering
You can't hide, no
You can't hide the way you feel
You're just dead inside this meat
That you're smothering
You can't run, no
You just stumble, crash and cry
Without asking questions why
It's all crumbling
Dark eyes, beauty's never cheap
Dark hair, dark lips maybe that I want to cheat
See my sorry face in this love that fails
It's all good for me
Slick baby, that ain't worrying
Slick rage, strong is the ego that I want to test
In your head of lies, cut me down to size
It's all credible
You can't hide, no
You can't hide the way you feel
You're just dead inside this meat
That you're smothering
You can't run, no
You just stumble, crash and cry
Without asking questions why
Pure fear that you're falling for
These tears, thick in the sadness that was running before
Welling up in dread for a softer bed
I'm not worrying
Oh, you're so sane, all the lines you shed
So cool, so good, the picture for those crazy hoods
Got this gun for keeps, stick it in this meat
I'm not hurrying, hurrying
You can't hide, no
You can't hide the way you feel
You're just dead inside this meat
That you're smothering
You can't run, no
You just stumble, crash and cry
Without asking questions why
It's all crumbling
You can't hide, no
You can't hide the way you feel
You're just dead inside this meat
That you're smothering
That you're smothering
In a minute now I'll be feeling like a cold front cut through the room
You kindly wave I awkwardly smile not sure what to say
But it’s inevitable you bat yours eyes I crumble I always crumble
How are you you will say I exchange politely
Not again, no
I can’t do it I won’t do it Alright I’m so pathetic
No matter how far I distance myself
one glance you can pull me back in
In an instant my knees weaken my hands sweat and I begin to break
I'll give in when you pop the question your place or mine
How I wish I had the confidence to tell you I can’t be what you need
I can’t always be the skin that you wear
When you are cold at night
When no one else is there to make you alive
I know we are both one and the same.
But when it’s over the satisfactions gone
Let Us Feast
The smell of cooked flesh
Last scent of sweet death
Peeled from the bone of the kill
I sink my teeth in
I tear the steaming flesh
The blood runs down my throat
Desecrating what was once alive
[Lead D.C]
The resistance you put up
Was feeble to say the least
I only wanted your sweet meat
You struggled for your life
[featuring Skin]
You taste what you want from me
You taste all of the gristle from the bones I need
To stand up to you
To live up to fools
It's too troubling
Can't take what you like from me
Can't take all of the vision that your money thieves
Don't be careless now
Just a pretty babe
A cool covering
You can't hide, no
You can't hide the way you feel
You're just dead inside this meat
That you're smothering
You can't run, no
You just stumble, crash and cry
Without asking questions why
It's all crumbling
Dark eyes, beauty's never cheap
Dark hair, dark lips maybe that I want to cheat
See my sorry face
In this love that fails
It's all good for me
Slick baby that ain't worrying
Slick rage, strong is the ego that I want to test
In your head of lies
Cut me down to size
It's all credible
You can't hide, no
You can't hide the way you feel
You're just dead inside this meat
That you're smothering
You can't run, no
You just stumble, crash and cry
Without asking questions why
Pure fear that you're falling for
These tears, thick in the sadness that was running
before
Welling up in dread
For a softer bed
I'm not worrying
You're so sane, all the lines you shed
So cool, so good, the picture for those crazy hoods
Got this gun for keeps
Stick it in this meat
I'm not hurrying
You can't hide, no
You can't hide the way you feel
You're just dead inside this meat
That you're smothering
You can't run, no
You just stumble, crash and cry
Without asking questions why
It's all crumbling
You can't hide, no
You can't hide the way you feel
You're just dead inside this meat
That you're smothering
That you're smothering
I am a prince I have it all
I hear your footsteps through the wall
I wait in silence for your call
Then take a shot and watch you fall
I am a ghost but I cannot fly
I'm stuck here as the years slide by
I need a resting place 'cause i
Already felt my body die
If I had a host of ghosts
Living on my street
I'd jive and strive to stay alive
And offer them some meat
I need a different life I think
Perhaps I'd be the missing link
And treasure moments as I drink