Draxsen The Tortured Sole
Look all around me,
What do I see?
Soles decaying
It's malnutrition of a spiritual kind.
Feed the dying
[Chorus:]
To feed the people,
The ultimate goal
Heating up the word,
Food for the tortured sole
Spiritual chiefs of culinary delights.
Set the table
Gourmet words.
Vitamins eternal,
The diets stable.
[Chorus]
Stoke the fire stir that brew, relevant mouth fools.
Break the bread yeah!
Fill the cup.
The serving faithful.
[Chorus]
