The Restaurant (early 1990's)

Yes.
Eat of me.
Take of my flesh.

It is of no use to me.

Please?

Perhaps I ask too much,
You must (in order to keep me)
Allow me to be your savior

And
You must no
Offer anything in return

The payment
For the meal
Is your soul

Yes?

Please,
Order, order, order

The only thing (new) that you can give
To a dispenser of life
Is death-

Register complaints with the manager (?)
I'm sure they'll trickle down
Make me serve you well