The dogs have all had a piece
They lay and eat their ****** feast
Yet still he does, still he stands
That tattered remnant of a man
With just enough flesh to go around
To sate the slavering red eyed hounds
But they're almost done
They crave for more
Not this sorry motherf@cker
He's out the door
They stop and howl
'What have we done'
They've put their food upon the run
They snap and snarl
All in vain
Aught to stop their hunger and pain
They cry with sorrow
To the empty wind
'Please come back we're famished again'