Beast of Honor

I'm a taste test, at the beast fest, Got your crest on my breast Take one look at your cook Feed yourself, I'm on a hook (At this feast of ours) The feast taste, you could say Paints my taste on his face (I'm in disguise, at this feast of ours, hours of devours) Fall into the arms Of a souvenir of healing What a weak feeder, oh oh oh Fall into the arms Of a souvenir of healing What a weak feeder, oh oh oh I'm a harm healer Such a weak feeder What a gut teaser on a hook I'm on a hook, I'm on a hook Smell that cook No more ditch dealer I'm your dream digger At this feast of ours, I'm the beast of honor, Honor Fall into the arms Of a souvenir of healing What a weak feeder, oh oh oh I'm in disguise, At this feast of ours