The more I taste

The more I need

The more you make me ill.

The more I taste

The more I need

Need my fill of you.

I don't even like the taste of blood

Taste of blood

It was only half your sanity

This is hunger that just won't go away

Won't go away

I was torn between my feed of you

No one to take take take me on.

The more I taste

The more I need

The more you make me ill.

The more I taste

The more I need

Need my fill of you.

The more I taste

The more I need

The more you make me ill.

The more I taste

The more I need

Need my fill of you.

You make me feel hungry as the day

I soon change

I need more of you inside of me

I'm nothing more than what they made of me

Made of me.

I was torn between my feed of you

No one to take take take me on.

The more I taste

The more I need

The more you make me ill.

The more I taste

The more I need

Need my fill of you.

The more I taste

The more I need

The more you make me ill.

The more I taste

The more I need

Need my fill of you.

And when my objects become you,

I slowly melt away.

And when I need another fill,

I turn you on again.

I was torn between my feed of you

No one to take take take me on.

The more I taste

The more I need

The more you make me ill.

The more I taste

The more I need

Need my fill of you.

The more I taste

The more I need

The more you make me ill.

The more I taste

The more I need

Need my fill of you.