Feast on me and
take your fill.
and when I finish giving,
go and find someone who will.
We are one you say, but
who are we?
I'm lying on the table,
and I'm high above the trees.
And this beast must go on and on and on...
and nobody gives a damn.
Take a side you say
it's black and gray
and all the
hunters take the hunted
merrily out to play.
We are one, you say, but
who are you?
You're all too busy reaping
in the things you never sown,
and this beast must go on and on and on...
Nobody gives a damn.
Feast on me, and
take your fill and
when I finish giving,
go and find someone who will.
Am I talking a bit too loud?
Am I acting a bit too proud?
Well, it's always something,
then I'm gone away...
And you're all starving.
Starving.
You're all starving...
You're all starving...
All starving...