Flesh Feeds Soul Lyrics & Chords By Hate Dept.

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 embarassment 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.