Beast Of Honor

I'm a taste test, at the beast fest,
Got your crest on my breast
Take one look at your cook
Feed yourself, I'm on a hook(At this feast of ours)The feast taste, you could say
Paints my taste on his face
(I'm in disguise, at this feast of ours, hours of devours)Fall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh ohFall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh ohI'm a harm healer
Such a weak feeder
What a gut teaser on a hook
I'm on a hook, I'm on a hook
Smell that cook
No more ditch dealer
I'm your dream diggerAt this feast of ours,
I'm the beast of honor, HonorFall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh ohI'm in disguise,
At this feast of ours