Digestif Lyrics

Cry to your mother when the deed is done

When the water's on fire blotting out the sun

When the fruit doesn't fall 'cause the trees are all dead

When you shit the bed

When you shit the bed

And pretend you don't love the aroma

Of sizzling innocent flesh

And they cry over dinner conversations

Of traumatic savagery

And their culture a foundation

Agonizing howl cacophony

Of tortured seasoned rape

But it tastes so good

Oh it tastes so good

Cry to your mother when the deed is done

When the water's on fire blotting out the sun

When the fruit doesn't fall 'cause the trees are all dead

When you shit the bed

When you shit the bed