Hello. My name is Hunger and, I'm a whore.
I think I've seen many of you here before...
Allow me to explain.
When the land, kisses the sunlight
And, day turns into night,
Men often call upon me and they say:
Hunger, I am lonely.
Hunger, I was mistreated Hunger
Won't you come and please me
So that I have something to believe in
My question, is this:
Don't you ever tire of being hungry?
Don't you, ever tire, of being hungry?
Don't you ever tire of being hungry
Don't you call me in the middle of the night!
Men like you, are the reason Daddy left mommy
Men like you, are the reason little boys and little girls go missing
And I, carve cavaties into the bloated stomachs of teenage mothers
And I, turn teenage boys into fathers
So maybe, we're both to blame and
Maybe, we're both the same but
Men like you?
Men like you are hungry because
No one ever bothered to fill you entirely and completely
Oh yes, that
Delectable, changeable, misleading little thing
She isn't here, but she should be she's just as
Infectious, as me but for some reason men are more likely,
To call upon me see
I give them what they crave,
Not, what they need I
Fulfill their desires for the time being see,
My name isn't Love...
And I suppose it's not really Hunger, either.
Allow me to re-introduce myself.
Hello. My name,