The Hollow

Run desire, run, s*xual 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 And 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 Temporarily pacifying Feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying