This urge wich drives us to a climax. The point of no return, Where all things are used up and gone We are born with a hole in our soul wich we can't stop to fill with everything and all This desire for things we don't need makes us utter useless and a destructive imbreed That is born with a hole in the soul wich it can't stop to fill with everything and all
We are born incomplete with the curse to be brokenEverything seems to keep falling apart around you, even when you have it all, you keep wanting more. Own the world, sit up high on a golden throne, but even than you will be so empty at your core! It all comes down to nothing
Everythings seems bottomless, with this undying appetite. We try hard to fill this hole by consuming the whole world All things have an end. All things will run down Through our defining greed, we're eating the hand that feeds!
We are born incomplete with the curse to dwell the empty chambers of our souls straight down to hell into our souls straight down to hell
The world does not belong to man we are nothing more than an accident yet we think about ourselfs as gods with no consequenses to fear Let's keep going untill there is nothing left here
Please reach out to feed me and I will bite your fucking hand off!
That is born with a hole in the soul wich it can't stop to fill with the whole fucking world