GASOLINE AND THE TASTE OF FLESH

Now to watch your body die When the fire clears your soul is mine On your hide I will dine Stealing your strength making you mine The smell of gasoline and the sound of your screams Synchronizing in perfect harmony I laid the trap I lit the match Now you suffer as i please My fangs penetrate your flesh The sweet taste of charred meat My tongue lavishing in your flavor Your power now mine your flesh divine Burn and die I shall make you mine