| A PERFECT CIRCLE- THE HOLLOW Run, desire, run, sexual being, run him like a blade, to and through the heart, no conscience, one motive to cater to the hollow, screamin' Feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacify this hungerin' 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 Screamin' feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacifyin' feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacifyin' |
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