Feast on me and Take your fill. And when I finish giving, Go and find someone who will. We are one you say, but Who are we? I'm lying on the table, And I'm high above the trees. And this beast must go on and on and on... And nobody gives a damn. Take a side you say It's black and gray And all the Hunters take the hunted Merrily out to play. We are one, you say, but Who are you? You're all too busy reaping
In the things you never sown, And this beast must go on and on and on... Nobody gives a damn. Feast on me, and Take your fill and When I finish giving, Go and find someone who will. Am I talking a bit too loud? Am I acting a bit too proud? Well, it's always something, Then I'm gone away... And you're all starving. Starving. You're all starving... You're all starving... All starving...