Bogus Blimp Making Room For God Lyrics

The passion for cannibalism was their mutual like
Two twin souls that found a common way
They got married with the aim of procreating
Countless children to satisfy their needs
Severed child sawn in two
Its micro-brain for a mousse
Its extremities are like hot-wings
Its intestines are for croquettes
They had to beget a new child every six months
Time enough to get a new tasty foetus
In the meantime they had to feed themselves like normal humans
But every six months they had a gourmet foetus dinner
Unstoppable yearning
Carnivorous l___
Infanticidal instincts
Foetivorous marriage
Severed child sawn in two
Its micro-brain for a mousse
Its extremities are like hot-wings
Its intestines are for croquettes
Toasty foetus on a grill of salty crispy texture Delicious tender meat from the ribs, tex-mex styled There was not too much meat on such a small creature But as always good things, if brief, twice as good
In their behaviours there couldn't be any criminal act Since nobody would ever know she was pregnant Unstoppable yearning
Carnivorous l___
Infanticidal instincts
Foetivorous marriage