Lyrics

I was the first to arrive on the scene
The scent of her perfume still lingering
You drew the line in chalk around your heart
‘cause you have to be dramatic when you’re suffering for art

Chorus:
O Fresh Kill
The vultures start to circle when you’re standing still
And prey on those with the weakness of will
O Fresh Kill

I’ll lick the salty tears right off your face
It’s a bitter sadness but I’ve come to like the taste
It’s as close as I could get to you, between the sheets
But I’m not the one you love, just blood and bone and meat

Chorus

Pick it all apart, piece by piece bit by bit
Don’t tell me that you love me and I wont expect you to mean it
Just use me while you have me, throw the rest away
A voluntary slaughter to morally decay

Chorus x2