- cifra
Run, desire, run, sexual being
Running 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 pacifying
Feed me here, fill me up again
Temporarily pacifying
