Run, desire, run
Sexual being, run him like a blade
To and through the heart, no conscience
One motive: cater to the hollow
Screaming "feed me here!
Fill me up again!
Temporarily pacify this hunger that's so cruel..."
Libido throw
Dominoes of indiscretions down
Falling all around in cycles, in circles
Constantly consuming, conquer and devour
'Cause it's time
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