The Hollow — A Perfect Circle

run, desire, run a sexual being run him like a blade to and through the heart, no conscience one motive: cater to the hollow

screaming feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacify this hunger that's so cruel

libido throw dominoes of indiscretions down falling all around in cycles, in circles constantly consuming, conquering, devour.

'cause its time to bring the fire down throttle all this indiscretion long enough to edify and permanently fill this hollow

screaming feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacifying feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacifying