You might call me sadistic
But I think I'm masochistic
It's not your pain but my own guilt I crave
You might call me twisted
With your eyes all red and blistered
When you make me feel shame it gets me off
I'm howling at the moon
I'm feeding on your
I'm howling at the moon
I'm feeding on your gloom
I've been writing letters to you
From the arms of another, do you
Really think that you're my only one
I like to bring you down
God I'd love to run this town
I'll share my soul with anyone, with anyone
I'm howling at the moon
I'm feeding on your
I'm howling at the moon
I'm feeding on your gloom
I'm feeding on your gloom