Scavenger Of Human Sorrow — Death

What pain will it take to satisfy your sick appetite go in for the kill always in sight-pray the time always right-feast feed on the pain-taste sorrow made flesh-sweet live how you want just don't feed on me if you doubt what I say I will make you believe shallow are words from those who starve for a dream not their own to slash and scar Big words, small mind behind the pain you will find a scavenger of human sorrow scavenger Abstract theory the weapon of choice used by a scavenger of human sorrow scavenger. So you have traveled far across the sea to spread your written brand of misery.