Hollow (The Bunk Mix)

Run, desire, run, sexual being

Run him like a blade to and through the heart

No conscience, one motive

To cater to the hollow

Screaming, "Feed me here

Fill me up, again

Temporarily

Pacify this hungering"

So grow, libido, throw

Dominoes of indiscretions down

Falling all around in cycles, in circles

Constantly consuming, conquer and devour

'Cause it's time to bring the fire down

Bridle all this indiscretion

Long enough to edify

And permanently fill this hollow

Screaming, "Feed me here

Fill me up, again

Temporarily

Pacify this"

"Feed me here

Fill me up, again

Temporarily

Pacify"