Scavenger of Human Sorrow

What pain will it take To satisfy 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 beleive 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