Intro:
[G] They say my [Gb]hunger's a [Bm]problem
They[G]They tell me to [Gb]curb my appe[Bm]appetite
[G] They say I c[Gb]an't keep mys[Bm]elf
from tryin[G]g a bite [Gb]of every plate[Bm] in sight
[G] They worship p[Gb]patience, a v[Bm]virtue
Oh[G]Oh, they tell me [Gb]gluttony's a [Bm]sin
[G] But my de[Gb]desire is [Bm]bottomless
I wanna [G]slit your throat and [Gb]eat 'till I get [Bm]sick!
Chorus 1:
The [G]slaughter's [Gb]on
I'd love to [Bm]see you come undone
Un[G]Unsatis[Gb]satisfied
Until I've [Bm]got you flayed alive
So grab a [G]plate, have a [Gb]taste
(Zhè kǒu[Bm]kǒuwèi ràng wǒ táozuì)
(The flavor's intoxicating)
I'm still [G]preying o[Gb]on a butcher's [Bm]vein
Interlude:
[G] [Gb] [Bm]
Verse 2:
[G] To truss you up[Gb]up in pretty pattern[Bm]patterns
Oh[G]Oh, to dress your [Gb]flesh up with the [Bm]works
[G] Perfectly [Gb]portioned by a [Bm]dagger
[G]Serving the [Gb]finest leftover de[Bm]dessert
[G] Why would I [Gb]desecrate a [Bm]carcass?
Oh[G]Oh, why let the [Gb]offal go to [Bm]waste?
It's love[G]love that guides my [Gb]cleaver with such [Bm]tenderness
A perfect [G]strike to fix the [Gb]horror on your [Bm]face!
Chorus 2:
The [G]slaughter's [Gb]mine
Oh, blood and [Bm]viscera divine
Pre[G]Preserved and [Gb]primed
Each muscle [Bm]divvied up to dine
And in the [G]high, (wǒ cún[Gb]cúnzài)
Tasting ([Bm](xuělínlín de ài)
I'll de[G]devour a[Gb]all of you in [Bm]time
Post-chorus 1:
Oh[G]Oh, your [Gb]heart
A[Bm]Aortic work of art
My [G]love, my [Gb]knife
To [Bm]carve it out, your life
So grab a [G]plate, have a [Gb]taste
(Zhè kǒu[Bm]kǒuwèi ràng wǒ táozuì)
(The flavor's intoxicating)
I'm still [G]preying on[Gb]on a butcher's [Bm]vein
Bridge:
[Bb] To snap the sinew, I want[Gbm]want
To get within you, I want[Bb]want
To not forgive you
Rigor [Gbm]mortis, mold, and mildew
But [Bb]dear, you should be grateful
That [Gbm]I won't waste a good meal
That all[Bb]all my love's precision
Carves a [Gbm]cut to simply die for (huh?)
[Bb] To snap the sinew, I want[Gbm]want
To get within you, I want[Bb]want
To scar the tissue
Butter[Gbm]Butterfly and rectify you
I need[Bb]need to be your afterlife
E[Gbm]Eucharist, I deify
God[Bb]God, oh, xxxx the fork and knife
I'll [Gbm]rip in hands and teeth and take a [G]bite![Gb]bite! [Bm]
Chorus 3:
The [Ab]slaughter's o[G]on
I'd love to [Cm]see you come undone
Un[Ab]Unsatis[G]satisfied
Until I've [Cm]got you flayed alive
So grab a [Ab]plate, have a [G]taste
(Zhè kǒu[Cm]kǒuwèi ràng wǒ táozuì)
(The flavor's intoxicating)
I'm still [Ab]preying on[G]on a butcher's [Cm]vein
And now the [Ab]slaughter's [G]mine
My darling, [Cm]get under the knife
Your [Ab]broken [G]pride
A cut so [Cm]perfect in its prime
All that I [Ab]see, sixt[G]sixty-three°
(Wèi ràng [Cm]wǒ xīnzuì de nǐ)
(For the you I hunger for)
I'll be [Ab]waiting, so[G]so impatient[Cm]impatiently
Post-chorus 2:
Oh[Ab]Oh, your [G]heart
A[Cm]Aortic work of art
My [Ab]love, my [G]knife
To [Cm]carve it out, your life
So grab a [Ab]plate, have a [G]taste
(Zhè kǒu[Cm]kǒuwèi ràng wǒ táozuì)
(The flavor's intoxicating)
I'm still [Ab]preying on[G]on a butcher's [Cm]vein
Outro:
[Ab] [G] [Cm] [Ab] [G] [Cm]
[Ab] [G] [Cm]
Still [Ab]praying, hop[G]hopeless and in [Cm]vain
