Open Buffet Surgery Lyrics

My stomach is a bottomless pit

A chasm through which all sustenance will pass

Metabolism overworked into exhaustion

But truthfully, stopping has never been an option

Determined to make a name for myself

Aspiring for the highest glory

For the most food consumed at a buffet

My name carved into history

Night has descended and so have I

Upon the grounds of my ascension

Pitiful staff are simply unprepared for me

This corral will be anything but golden

"Now I am become appetite, destroyer of buffets"

(Plucking morsel after morsel to decimate the food supply

The chef and cooks cannot keep up – demand outpacing supply

Sickening synthesis of gluttony and cunningness

Staff and patrons are horrified – his hunger is endless)

You might call me a patron saint

But in reality I'm the devil

Manners and consideration be damned

My cup shall indeed runneth over

Every meal that passes through my teeth

Does nothing to fill the void inside

Still I may yet become a legend

There's a dining room for me in hell