Cannibal

When you taste
The flesh and sweat
Of the one
That you love

Do you feel
Like a cannibal
Like an animal
Just like a flood

And are you made
Like a vampire
A walking appetite
To destroy

Just like you planned it
Just like you planned it

Do you bruise
Every fruit
That may come
Unto your hand

Does it feel good
Does it feel sweet
To let the juice
Run down your chin

To take a walk
In the garden
Where it's always
Summertime

Just like you planned it
Just like you planned it
Just like you planned it
Aw, just like you planned it