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What pain will it take to satisfy
Your sick appetite?
Go in for the kill
Always in sight
Prey
The time always right
Feast
Feed on the pain
Taste
Sorrow made flesh
Sweet
Live how you want
Just don't feed on me
If you doubt what I say
I will make you believe
Shallow are words
From those who starve
For a dream not their own to
Slash and scar
Big words, small mind
Behind the pain you'll find a scavenger
Of human sorrow
Scavenger
Abstract theory
The weapon of choice used by a scavenger
Of human sorrow
Scavenger
So, you have traveled far across the sea
To spread your written brand
Of misery
Always in sight
Prey
The time always right
Feast
Feed on the pain
Taste
Sorrow made flesh
Sweet
Live how you want
Just don't feed on me
If you doubt what I say
I will make you believe
Shallow are words
From those who starve
For a dream not their own to
Slash and scar
Big words, small mind
Behind the pain you will find a scavenger
Of human sorrow
Scavenger
Abstract theory
The weapon of choice used by a scavenge
Of human sorrow
Scavenger
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