I know, I know the sun is hot                   [bad word] suck your blood       
Leave you there all alone                       
Just skin and bone                                   
When you walk among the trees            
Listening to the leaves                           
The further I go                                     
The less I know                                        
The less I know                                   

Where will [bad word]                         
Where will you hide?                          
Lullabies                                        
To paralyze                                               
Fat and soft, pink and weak                     
Foot and thigh, tongue and cheek           
You know I'm told                                   
They swallow you whole 
Skin and bone                                           
Cutting boards and hanging hooks          
Bloody knives, cooking books                
Promising you won't feel a thing             
At all                                                          

Swallow and chew                                   
Eat you alive                                            
All of us food                                          
That hasn't died                                       
And the life says                                    

Somehow they pick and pluck               
Tenderize bone to dust