Hate Dept. - Flesh Feeds Soul lyrics

A boy becomes a slave to his fear in affections for a shiny nymph; a tasty mental treat. The image is of her golden hair and a candy apple. A turning point to indecision; a skewer inside. Her baking skin helps him hide. The hunger brings embara**ment and the fork presents the first bite. Flesh feeds soul. For the moments and years of salivation, underestimation and insecurity, Perversion is this Girl Scout on a plate. Flesh feeds soul.