Listen to the insects
prey on the enemy.
For when you hunt the loved,
you hunt yourself.
When the feast is over,
you're lying down to feel.
You're crazy and so sore.
I feel like now to stop.
I felt like this once before.
Listen to the insects
prey on the enemy.
For when you hunt the loved,
you hunt yourself.
When the feast is over,
the pain begins and holds.
Until you have
no more stomach to digest.
So live happy, live with anorexia.
