Broken: Dinner Date

Hey, I heard you're a little bit scared of me, Afraid of what I might do, I heard you kind of avoid me now, Because I'll do things to you, I wonder if you're wary of my thoughts, Maybe my tone or mood, Maybe you're scared of the meat I eat, Of what I believe to be food, Well, let me say, yes I have thought, How to take your fears away, I'd like to invite you into my home, And we'd cook a special pate, Made of liver, spices, herbs, and sauce, We'd make delicious devine, And after all the food is gone, I could wash you down with some wine.