An insatiable appetite.

The gluttony stains your lips.

Each day, each second, unwavering, yearning for more.

Your cries are often heard, always heard, but does mine reach you?

Each day, each second, unwavering, yearning for more.

I hear your cry, your plea, and i make my attempt to reach you.

So I made you a salad from my veins.

An insatiable appetite.

Can only be countered with a strict diet of salad.

So I made you a salad from my veins.

If this time the mania ceases, and my voice reaches you.

Please hear me out, and listen well.

Each day, each second, unwavering, yearning for more.

I hear your cry, your plea, and i make my attempt to reach you.

So I made you a salad from my veins.