The Hollow

Run, desire, run

This 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

And temporarily pacifying"

"Feed me here

Fill me up again

And temporarily pacifying"