Hungry like a wolf
Yet feed up like a butchers cow
A bitter medication
For a slow suicide
Don't lock up all that rage
Invert against yourself
Like wind-up bombs we're ticking away
Cry out like a flood
Or burn up like a witch
Nothing here gets wasted away
Whatever you feed of
Whatever you bleed from make it count
Whatever that fuels you
Whatever can soothe you
It's alright
If it keeps you alive
So gifted so creative
So miserable and low
What a beautiful sensation
You cannot control
The gift of being crazy
The curse of being smart
A poem drawn in angels blood
Well everything is art
Dig another hole
Looking for a fix
Nothing here gets wasted away
Whatever you feed of
Whatever you bleed from make it count
Whatever that fuels you
Whatever can soothe you
It's alright
If it keeps you alive
If it keeps you alive
Whatever you feed of
Whatever you bleed from make it count
Whatever that fuels you
Whatever can soothe you
It's alright
If it keeps you alive
If it keeps you alive