In the kitchen, early light
Slices line up for the fight
Golden brown, they've got the glow
But little do they know
One by one, they disappear
It's a crunchy kind of fear
Crumbs fly wild across the plate
Oh, what a toasted fate
The butter's melting, running free
It's a toasty tragedy
Jam is spread, but it's too late
They've fallen to their fate
Rumbling tummies fill the air
Another slice is unaware
In this breakfast war zone fight
There's no crumb left in sight
Cannibal toast, they're eating their own
Bread on bread, down to the proverbial bone
Crispy and cruel, they don't even blink
Cannibal toast, they're quicker than you think
Once they rise from the toaster's heat
There's no escape from the bread they meet
Crumbling edges and buttered pain
It's a snack that's gone insane
Cannibal toast, they're eating their own
Bread on bread, down to the proverbial bone
Crispy and cruel, they don't even blink
Cannibal toast, they're quicker than you think