Song About My Bird - Death Of Guitar Pop

What pain will it take to satisfy Your sick appetite? Go in for the kill Always in sight Prey 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'll 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 Always in sight Prey 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 scavenge Of human sorrow Scavenger