Tomahawk. Birdsong. Zeneszám

I'll feed you now, whisper low in your ear
The way you look at me when you're hungry
Lay your head down, shoot a load in your ear
The way you look at me when you're hunted

On the slow drip down from beak to mouth
Spit it up, it'll drown, I need it now

You've got me sick
You lie and feed
Like you're breathing it in

You know I know you want it
Say you want it, pray you want it
Say, say it

You've got me sick
You lie and feed
Like you're breathing it in

You know I know you want it
Say you want it, pray you want it
Say, say it