March of the Bacon Horde

Chorus

Grease drips thick from the toasted bread

Sinister hunger, feast undead

Bacon butties, conquer with dread

Slow march forward, hunger must be fed

Post-Chorus

Meat, bread, chew, devour

Crave, swallow, taste the power

Verse 2

Steam rising in the morning chill

Flesh and salt, cravings that kill

Savoring fat with carnage intent

Clenched in jaws, my discipline spent

Pre-Chorus

Crunch of the rind, a battle cry

Dripping with purpose, I satisfy

Chorus

Grease drips thick from the toasted bread

Sinister hunger, feast undead

Bacon butties, conquer with dread

Slow march forward, hunger must be fed

Post-Chorus

Meat, bread, chew, devour

Crave, swallow, taste the power

Bridge

Sizzling agony, gristle and fat

Relentless gnawing, I’m lost in the spat

Heaped in a pile, bread smeared with pain

Satisfy hunger, flesh will remain

Breakdown

Crunch the rind, tear it apart

Swallow the darkness, consume every part

Maddened by flavor, succumb to the need

Ravenous torment, driven by greed

Chorus

Grease drips thick from the toasted bread

Sinister hunger, feast undead

Bacon butties, conquer with dread

Slow march forward, hunger must be fed

Post-Chorus

Meat, bread, chew, devour

Crave, swallow, taste the power