Famine

Pour your tongue down my throat

And dig your fingers in my neck

And plant your thoughts upon my cheek

So that they can grow

And feed me later on

So that they can grow

And feed me later on

So that they can grow

And feed me later on

My tongue

My cheek

I´m talking tongue in cheek

But anyway

I mean what I say

But anyway

I mean what I say

But anyway

I mean what I say

I mean what I say

I mean what I say

When I say

I´m starving

I´m starving...