Flesh rips open,
Blood falls to the floor,
Permeates the air,
But you want more.

Tear the flesh,
Rip it apart,
Drink the blood,
As your eyes dart,
From wall to wall,
In your room of death,
Your domain of terror,
Your kingdom of descent.

Munch on meat,
Crack the bone,
Suck out the marrow,
Before you pick up the phone.

"Hey Bob, how's it goin?" your buddy asks,
"Just fine Rob, and you?" you answer calmly,
"I'm good Bob. Wanna go to the bar tonight?"
"Sure, Rob, see ya at 9."

Back to the marrow,
Oh so sweet,
You want more,
Yes more,
Your craving is neverending,
Good thing you're not poor.

Call someone up,
Kill them at dawn,
Body's gone by noon,
Out hunting by one.

No one knows,
The dead are forgotten,
Your hunger is satisfied,
Only to be awakened again.

All the blood is never enough,
The flesh is never enough,
My soul is never enough,
Nothing is ever enough.