BRODY DALLE

THE HUNGER

Holy eyes, I never knew I'd beg down at your feet. Hold on tight, I never knew I'd know much more than this. Open sky, the wave of pain, the scent of you is bliss. Hungry eyes, they stare at me... I know, I know.. Don't go... Summertime, the taste of saint secretes a perfume missed. Console the mind, I take it in with lips of pink I kiss. Lonely sky, the more you take the more that I give in. Holy eyes, I never knew, I know, I know.. Don't go... Hold onto the memory, it's all you've got. I know you'll be there to soak up blood lost, blood lost, blood....