This urge wich drives us to a climax.
The point of no return,
Where all things are used up and gone
We are born with a hole in our soul
Wich we can't stop to fill
With everything and all
This desire for things we don't need
Makes us utter useless
And a destructive imbreed
That is born with a hole in the soul
Wich it can't stop to fill
With everything and all
We are born incomplete
With the curse to be brokenEverything seems to keep falling apart around you,
Even when you have it all, you keep wanting more.
Own the world, sit up high on a golden throne,
But even than you will be so empty at your core!
It all comes down to nothing
Everythings seems bottomless,
With this undying appetite.
We try hard to fill this hole
By consuming the whole world
All things have an end.
All things will run down
Through our defining greed,
We're eating the hand that feeds!
We are born incomplete
With the curse to dwell
The empty chambers
Of our souls
Straight down to hell
Into our souls
Straight down to hell
The world does not belong to man
We are nothing more than an accident
Yet we think about ourselfs as gods
With no consequenses to fear
Let's keep going
Untill there is nothing left here
Please reach out to feed me
And I will bite your fucking hand off!
That is born with a hole in the soul
Wich it can't stop to fill
With the whole fucking world
