Freezing pleasing thoughts with useless conversation Naked mind with self-enlighted lacerations Feasting on denial, vomiting the truth Inside of me, inside of you And we die, and we breed, wasted hands That need to feed Saw your sickness laughing on my television Eating your own fat in futile competition Procreation got to get some compensation Get my fair share, got to fill my empty stare And we die, and we breed, wasted hands That need to feed Can I stand another round, one more glass Now give me one more line I'm just counting out the time I'm just counting out the rest of mine Watch me feed, watch me feed one more time True believer, you‘re a real achiever Got to make your mark son Got to be the chosen one Revelation got an odd sensation Better know your situation Better put your death shoes in And we die, and we breed, wasted hands That need to feed And we die, and we breed, wasted hands That need to feed No time to find reason, reason Consume, entomb reason, reason Watch me feed… Watch me feed…