Run, desire, run, a sexual being Run him like a blade To and through the heart, no conscience One motive, cater to the hollow Screaming, feed me here Fill me up again And temporarily pacify this hunger that's so cruel Libido throw Dominoes of indiscretions down Falling all around in cycles, in circles Constantly consuming, conquering, devour 'Cause it's time to the bring the fire down Throttle 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