run, desire, run
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this sexual being
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run him like a blade
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to and through the heart,
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no conscience
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one motive:
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cater to the hollow
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screaming feed me here
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fill me up again
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temporarily pacify this hungering
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so grow,
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libido throw
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dominoes of indiscretions down
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falling all around in cycles,
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in circles
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constantly consuming,
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conquer and devour.
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'cause its time to bring the fire down
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bridle all this indiscretion
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long enough to edify
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and permanently fill this hollow
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screaming feed me here
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fill me up again
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temporarily pacifying
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feed me here
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fill me up again
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temporarily pacifying
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Hollow (The Bunk Remix)
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| A Perfect Circle |
