Diet Of Strange Places

Starving, I've got this hunger

Growling from deep within

Carving internal thunder

Oh, a craving that wears me thin

Well, it's hard to ingest so many faces

I get my fill but still those passersby

Leave me empty on a diet of strange places

It all should enhance my senses tell me why

Does the spice of loneliness seem all but tasteless?

And lays there to haunt me from inside

And leaves me starving, I've got this hunger

Growling from deep within

Carving an internal thunder

Oh, a craving that wears me thin

Many a trap are set and baited

From tension of temptation of the game

But ones who are fed are those who waited

Takes tell me why, leaves it curbed and tame

Only time'll find me home and safely sated

But until that time I'll remain

Starving, I've got this hunger

Growling from deep within

Carving internal thunder

Oh, a craving that wears me thin

Oh, a craving that wears me thin