Young hungry people
Grab hold the first sight that they see,
For what's present is plastic, you bought the rough piece,
Starve, keep starving
Misery shapes the soul,
Somethin'a callin but, I don't know
I dug and dwell my little hole
Keep quiet, keep quiet, shh
Don't need anyone to know.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
Young hungry people
Grab hold the first sight that they see,
For what's present is plastic, you bought the rough piece,
Starve, keep starving
Misery shapes the soul,
Somethin'a callin but, I don't know
I dug and dwell my little hole
Keep quiet, keep quiet, shh
Don't need anyone to know.
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