Fatal Delicacy

Verse 1:

Between glasses of wine and refined dishes,

An elegant monster, with calculated wishes.

Its art is dark, its touch deadly,

Delicacy is the veil of the fatal and eerie.

Pre-Chorus:

Every polished gesture, an invite to the abyss,

Where fear and allure dance in rhythmic bliss.

Chorus:

Fatal delicacy, a game so subtle and real,

A cutting smile, a predator's zeal.

At life's banquet, it's the host divine,

Serving nightmares with a touch so fine.

Verse 2:

Among notes of music and extreme flavors,

Lurks a sinister plan in subtle behaviors.

It hunts in silence, a voracious guise,

Macabre elegance, its peaceful disguise.

Bridge:

Behind every dish, a secret concealed,

A shadowy echo of what's been revealed.

It sees the world as a feast to unfold,

And every lost soul is a flavor to behold.

Chorus:

Fatal delicacy, a game so subtle and real,

A cutting smile, a predator's zeal.

At life's banquet, it's the host divine,

Serving nightmares with a touch so fine.