Dinner Crime-Transgender

The price of the hunger is fear The lamb and the slaughterer are here Something youve said before i came Something kissed my soul And my land of thoughts shined Pickin up your fears And i cannot poetize the life Of an add job man of the crime So ... so ... and how do you call this Maybe the first fall Ive thought of the dinner crime The perfect way to die But i cant reorganize my mind My mind master of the worst crime Im the assasin, are you afraid You are killed by the onion The spice that you like is fear Food that you need is real Youve tasted my speciality Cooked or underdone is cruel Nothing can change my plain Next to you i feel no blame Yes im very well by now Thinking about my work for crime But watching you i recognize Your pale ghost in me.