Cannibal Vs. Cunning - Dead Poetic

I’m the sadist that reminds you of your blessing

And the reaper that takes them away

To a place where they can lay there

And wilt and rot away

And this cell’s just as cold as you left it

And I’m scratching the walls to escape it

Leave it to the Cannibal now

Feed him what’s left of us, the rest of us

Leave it to the Cannibal now

Feed him what’s left of us.

The Cunning wins again

I’m the glorified liar sending you sentiment

And then posing as the innocent

You don’t know about ignorance or pain

But you said you could take it away

And this cell’s just as cold as you left it

And I’m scratching the walls to escape it

Leave it to the Cannibal now

Feed him what’s left of us, the rest of us

Leave it to the Cannibal now

Feed him what’s left of us.

The Cunning wins again

You call this inspiration.

I call this a charade

Driven by institution.

Hell-bent on cleaning the stain

I should grab all these cannibals, lay them all in a straight line

And deny their requests for more, more, more

Leave it to the Cannibal now

Feed him what’s left of us, the rest of us

Leave it to the Cannibal now

Feed him what’s left of us.

The Cunning wins again