Your matted fur matches the scars in your pelt You cling to meat as if it's life itself
Barking and foaming (Bow to me) You deserve to be hungry (Bow to...)
Protruding ribs and coiled paws Mark the beginning of your lifetime of loss
Your eyes scream out because they've long been lost You feel an inkling of the pain you've caused Tongue out in pant demonstrating exhaust Your legs give out before you carry your cross
Starve! Starve! It's the embrace of emaciation!
On your knees, you beg to eat I decline with certainty At my feet, you pick your teeth I decline with certainty
You feel an inkling of the pain you've caused Your legs give out before you carry your cross
You, you, you You, you bit the hand that feeds
Now starve! Starve! Starve to deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
