Need, Greed Living in a fucking endless dream Rush, Repeat, you have no control dead agenda, dead goal. Its circular they say, Its circular I see. Does that make it any less, feel? Painted faces, painted minds Who are you to choose? Who are you to choose?
You want mine? I want yours. For a moment, pause! Obvious subtle currency; play lips, tits, coin, blade love is a band-aid
It burns in my belly It burns in my soul It burns. Period. Can I eat the world out? And the next one too? When I'm full, I wait; just a while. Devour dessert. Repeat.