A Perfect Circle The Hollow
run, desire, run this sexual being run him like a blade to & through the heart no conscience, one motive... to cater to the hollow. screaming feed me, fill me up again. temporarily pacify this hungering. so, grow, libido, throw dominoes of indiscretions down. falling all around in cycles/circles. constantly consuming. conquer and devour. it's time to bring this fire down. bridle all this indiscretion long enough to edify and permanently fill this hollow. feed me, fill me up again. temporarily pacify this hungering.