Lydia Lunch - Need To Feed

The need to feed
The need to feed, to feed in
To find someone, anyone that can
Feed into you what you need

The need becomes
An impossibl irritant
Finding someone who
Can feed into you what you need
That most reminds you of yourself
That most reminds you of that
Inextinquishable luminescence
That radar of a dead star whose
Ghost shall never cease to cast shadows

The object of desire is forever in flux
Consumed by a fevered gluttony
That runs from sex to
Food to pot and speed, and caffeine
And nicotine, and begs to be feed an
Enormous amount of junk, useless stimulation
Fornication, trivial soundbites, random
Affections, forgettable fucks

The need to feed
The need to feed
The need to feed
The need to feed
The need to feed
The need to feed

And the more you have, the more you want
The more you have, the more you want
But to fill the void within
Only the self will suffice
We reach this realization
Only after we've stuffed every hole
Every opening, every orifice with
An indiscriminate amount of pointless
Junk, wreckage, waste, human offal
Gluttony is never satisfied
Gluttony is never satisfied
Gluttony is never satisfied

Not when taunted by greedy eyes
Wich beg more, more, more, more
And the more you have, the more you want
The more you have, the more you want

An endless sycle of multiple frustration
Nothing seems to satisfied
Nothing seems to satisfied
Not even in dreams

The returning ghosts
Of all those I had
Sexed reimurging like
A flesh fload along
The memory banks

The need to feed
The need to feed
The need to feed

The need to feed
The need to feed
The need to feed