Last Supper letra

What would you like sir?
Well-seasoned globe
Humanity rare
Or medium mankind?
Naked ape that feeds own its own shit
Yet so keen to pray before it dines

Lo and behold
Here he comes
Waiter that wouldn't wait
Riding his pale horse

Revenge is a dish
Best served cold
Ironic given the fact
We got the planet boiled

So grab your forks
And sharpen your knives
It's just about time
To eat yourself alive

Lo and behold
Here he comes
Waiter that wouldn't wait
Riding his pale horse

First we devoured our tail
We choked on it and we laughed
Then we swallowed, swallowed our pride
That was bitter, that was bitter as fuck

Decapitated - Letras

• 404
• A Poem About An Old Prison Man
• A View From a Hole
• Amen
• Anger Line
• Babylon's Pride
• Blessed
• Blood Mantra
• Cancer Culture
• Carnival Is Forever
• Dance Macabre
• Day 69
• Deathvaluation
• Earth Scar
• Eternity Too Short
• Flash-B(l)ack
• From The Nothingness With Love
• Hello Death
• Homo Sum
• Hours As Battlegrounds
• Humans Dust
• Iconoclast (feat. Robb Flynn)
• Impulse
• Instinct
• Invisible Control
• Just a Cigarette
• Kill The Cult
• Last Supper
• Locked
• Long - Desired Dementia
• Lunatic of God's Creation
• Lying And Weak
• Mandatory Suicide
• Mother War
• Names
• Never
• Nihility (Anti-Human Manifesto)
• Nine Steps
• No Cure
• One Eyed Nation
• Perfect Dehumanisation (The Answer?)
• Pest
• Post(?) Organic
• Praise the Lord (Opium for the Masses)
• Revelation of Existence (the trip)
• Sensual Sickness
• Spheres Of Madness
• Suicidal Space Programme
• Symmetry Of Zero
• The Blasphemous Psalm To The Dummy God Creation
• The Empty Throne
• The Eye Of Horus
• The First Damned
• The Fury
• The Knife
• The Negation
• Three - Dimensional Defect
• United
• Visual Delusion
• Way To Salvation
• Winds Of Creation