HUNGRY

Tapped into your world without any water I fear this life is bloodthirsty A friendly ghost is a soulless host With a body and figure that's just as empty I move my mouth I utter sounds in Plato's cave She'll watch my shadow dance and play Around that burning light Witness lover's fight Cause we're all just hungry for some skin When the passion dies do I look for Christ Or commit to live inside of your rabbit hole? I want some friends Some brand new friends To profess a fresh new batch of confidence I'll mask it with my sex appeal And garnish with prosthetic fuckin' zeal Cause I'm an old man's tale When adulthood fails But I just want you to know who I am These fucked up writers Poetic liars We're all rocking the same fuckin' boat But when the music dies I'll find the Anti-Christ And sell my soul the same way Johnson did Cause this Rom-com is a horror-flick And the protagonist is a fucking narracist And the body of work is only a mirror Cause there's nothing left and no one else is here But the pages of history keep turning