Beastly Hunger

We the hungry… who are we
The voices, sinners, damned, and lonely

How we starve from within
For God don’t like sin
Picked apart this man
A thing so damned
And no one but he
So we are hungry

We the hungry… who are we
The ideas uncensored, forgotten, and scary

How we hunt for girls
And hate the world
Imagine the rotten
Such thoughts forgotten
The horror of we
So damned hungry

We the hungry… who are we
The flesh, hands, oh please...

How we yearn for love… and sex
To lie, to be against her flesh
What makes a monster or a man?
By claw, by paw, by tendril, and hand
This lust a need
A shell hungry

We the hungry… who are we
The lies and truths of history

How we know the pain will last
A constant run throughout the past
Never wanes, never lessens
Only bared throughout the present
And this future shouldn’t be
But we live, so hungry

We the hungry… who are we
The man that can’t, that shouldn’t be

How we praise the setting sun
Let’s die before a rising one
This boy, the man, the son, and life
To be just him within the night
Imagine if we couldn’t be
Not to be… so hungry

But to survive this beating heart
Learn to tear your world apart
To take, to have, we have to hunt
For you take, you stupid… dunce

We pursue and we evolve
Another world, we want it all
Starve ourselves and we can’t die
So little red, you can’t hide

All we are, you made us be
Beasts of him… we are hungry

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.