Artist: death
Song: scavenger of human sorrow
Year: 1998
What pain will it take?
To satisfy you
Your sick appetite
Go in for the kill
Always in sight, prey
The time always right, feast
Feed on the pain, taste
Sorrow made flesh, sweet
Live how you want
Just don't feed on me
If you doubt what I say
I will make you believe
Shallow are words
From those who starve
For a dream not their own to
Slash and scar
Big words small mind
Behind the pain you will find a scavenger
Of human sorrow
Scavenger
Abstract theory
The weapon of choice used by a scavenger
Of human sorrow
Scavenger
So you have traveled far
Across the sea
To spread your written brand
Of misery
Always in sight, prey
The time always right, feast
Feed on the pain, taste
Sorrow made flesh, sweet
Live how you want
Just don't feed on me
If you doubt what I say
I will make you believe
Shallow are words
From those who starve
For a dream not their own to
Slash and scar
Big words, small mind
Behind the pain you will find a scavenger
Of human sorrow
Scavenger
Abstract theory
The weapon of choice used by a scavenger
Of human sorrow
Scavenger
