From the recording /the_Depths

Lyrics

"Foul Enough to Eat"

Foul enough to eat.
Fucking foul enough to eat.
Devouring meat, through mincing teeth.
Stripping bones clean. Cooked supplely.
Foul enough to eat.
Fucking foul enough to eat.

Lightly salted; over seasoning can spoil,
subtle textures and tastes, gracefully abnormal.
Bought and sold online, should you have the coin.
Flesh of all types, organs, whatcha got in mind?
Like ‘em black, white, or of asian decent?
Conscience descends to the depths once again.
I’ll take a pound of loin, preferably brunette.
Gums watering, a brine I must begin.

Placed in the pot; stirring boiling lightly turning.
Laid out to dry; curing slowly crust is forming.
Salted to taste; table setting, sick concoction.
Placed in the pot; stirring boiling lightly turning.
Laid out to dry; curing slowly crust is forming.
Salted to taste; table setting, sick concoction.

Here it be, the epicenter of bodily blasphemy.
Who the fuck is so desperate to sell me their only fuckin’ spleen.
Whatever. Take some gold and send the meat.
This unequivocally is foul enough to eat.

Only in the depths you can find
a place where like a deli you can buy
packaged gourmet cuts of human meat.

Placed in the pot; stirring boiling lightly turning.
Laid out to dry; curing slowly crust is forming.
Salted to taste; table setting, sick concoction.

Devouring meat, through mincing teeth.
Stripping bones clean. Cooked supplely.
Foul enough to eat.
Foul enough to eat.
Foul enough to eat.

Lightly salted; over seasoning can spoil,
subtle textures and tastes, gracefully abnormal.
Bought and sold online, should you have the coin.
Flesh of all types, organs, whatcha got in mind?
Like ‘em black, white, or of asian decent?
Conscience descends to the depths once again.