Hunger Issues

Sever their fingers now

I need blood for my love of the living
I need to feel their suffering
For my love of the dying
I want to feel every part of their body
And sever their limbs for the pleasure of my skin

Sever it
Torture it
Slaughter it
And end this shit

We are now slaves
And we mesure it
We are now food
And we can taste it

And now you see what your servile kind have created
I am no truth until you read it straight
And you knew all this time I was not your fear
You knew all this time you were so hungry

You are so hungry

Sever their fingers now

I need blood for my love of the living
I need to feel their suffering
For my love of the dying
I want to feel every part of their body
And sever their limbs for the pleasure of my skin

Severed hands