Fatal Delicacy Verse 1: Between glasses of wine and refined dishes, An elegant monster, with calculated wishes. Its art is dark, its touch deadly, Delicacy is the veil of the fatal and eerie. Pre-Chorus: Every polished gesture, an invite to the abyss, Where fear and allure dance in rhythmic bliss. Chorus: Fatal delicacy, a game so subtle and real, A cutting smile, a predator's zeal. At life's banquet, it's the host divine, Serving nightmares with a touch so fine. Verse 2: Among notes of music and extreme flavors, Lurks a sinister plan in subtle behaviors. It hunts in silence, a voracious guise, Macabre elegance, its peaceful disguise. Bridge: Behind every dish, a secret concealed, A shadowy echo of what's been revealed. It sees the world as a feast to unfold, And every lost soul is a flavor to behold. Chorus: Fatal delicacy, a game so subtle and real, A cutting smile, a predator's zeal. At life's banquet, it's the host divine, Serving nightmares with a touch so fine.