Sliced

I´m what´s left of life, about to fill you up

You had your reasons to put me out

And you will never stop

AS the slaughtered one, you have to do me good

Might be contagious, make you sick

Just like I should...

Slice me, dice me, to me it´s all the same

Skin me, fry me, don´t let me die in vain

Grab a juicy part of me, my life is yours

You see x-mas time is jolly good

I wish you could be me...