This hunger is not a game,
It's something you cannot tame.
It is something that I need,
it so really needs to feed.

We are in need of red blood,
Around here it is the best food.
No one could ever sate it,
They just couldn't do that one bit.

Against my wrist the razor slides,
And to him it confides.
As our body drops like heavy lead,
We are dead.