Do they look happy?
Emaciate you
Permanent interloper
Are we still waiting?
For the third-round offer
A shadow pick
Well, I'm a better agnostic
And their bodies are not
The only thing
That atrophies
That wastes
That wastes
If nothing is used
Nothing is lost
Nothing dissipates
If nothing is used
Nothing
A flesh-eating virus
A death by consumption
Are we symbiotic?
Would you tell me your dreams?
You know I'm content
Content, content, content,
Content to be weary
And your hunger is something
They will never sate
But I promise to cradle
Whatever remains
If nothing is used
Nothing is lost
Nothing dissipates
If nothing is used
Nothing is wasted
We can't be wanting
If nothing is used
Nothing is lost
Nothing dissipates
If nothing is used
Nothing is used
Nothing is used
Nothing is used
Nothing is used