"Hello, little child
I came to cook a pie
I hope you don’t mind
I’m going to make you cry
i stare you in the eyes
I am going to cook you now"

i watch you run
and i don’t mind
watch your fat legs clam
up real tight
I watch you fall
way down the hall
I grab you up and strip you down
and add some spice
tender you nice

"Here we go, closer to the oven
burning hot with the bones of the past
glazed and tied, with an apple in my mouth"

"The oven closed
it’s time to scream
and no one knows
I’m in this house
Covered in spice
and made up nice
burning up right
cooked to serve"