| Hanging babies on hooks at the Meat Market Arrest the sickos We live on an ant farm for fetishes A net of limbs And no credit card is required It's all free at the Meat Market Pixels hide her glazed eyes The taxidermist stuffs her mouth full of money and she smiles at the camera She makes a living in the dream capsule you wish you were in She cringes in pain You laugh And as her head crashes onto the table and her eyes roll toward the floor You laugh |