Isn't this enough to feed your lust does the blood not

satisfy your tongue it used to kill the cravings it used to soothe the beast

I used to chant the

suicide mantra and it was all that I could hear and you waited for the endge

so you could be

the vulture so you could feast away but now you grow impatient and the hymn

is not enough

you're begging for the symphony and calling for the maestro to strike up the

band and cut my

feeble throat isn't this enough isn't this your ride playing with the

handgun painting with my

blood and constructing ugly portraits to make me burn the brushes