all music and lyrics by yours trulyyy tw for uhh lyrics abt people-eating and violence metaphors ig i actually have a hand injury rn soo uh dont mind how my picking skills r kinda dookie - lyrics - do you still stare at my head on your wall? gun in your hand, realize i was a trophy after all sauté the flesh, cook it nice animal’s first instinct isn’t reason, its to fight hunting kinda love shoots the life right outta you crush my pieces into yours it hurts me when i do if these wounds you made will truly never heal i can bite the apple, shut up, and make a nice meal
