THE HUNGER

       

THE HUNGER


Inside my body,
everything crumbles.
I am melting inside,
the belief I've set aside.

The crave has turned against me,
no one will take this...
once you dream and make believe
there is no turning away from here .

Once you've tasted,
once you've drink from the fountain of lust
there is no turning back,
not for us.

Take me by the hand
show me your wonderland
take me one more time
before we turn around
before we look back.

You say: "darling don't look back
or you will turn into a statue of salt"
Alas! I groan and moan
I plead  this plea
in a dream within a dream.

Nothing in me will die,
we shall be here
before the end of time
because it's only you and I.

The crave and hunger
can make it last longer
I have died before your eyes:
"la petit morte"
"la pequeña muerte"


The hunger inside me
makes me what I am
always I call for you
I say you can be here

I am jaded
hiding from the pain
always searching
always fucking with fate

always hunting...