All I'm taking is my pound of flesh All I'm leaving is one hell of a mess is that clear? The chaos theory and a lack of interest Wishing you were dead I have to confess We need fresh meat around here All I'm taking is my pound of flesh All I'm leaving is one hell of a mess is that clear? The chaos theory and a lack of interest Wishing you were dead I have to confess We need fresh meat around here Dressed like a weapon I mean to begin Drunk with the father of original sin sincere And all we've got is a Pale imitation of a death lock grin Soft Armageddon you can count me in We need fresh meat around here The past is catching up again We need fresh meat around here