The Hollow-A Perfect Circle

Run desire run, sexual being,
Run him like a blade, to and through the heart,
No conscience, one motive,
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,
Temporarily pacifying

Feed me here,
Fill me up again,
Temporarily pacifying


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