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...