Feed On Me

They are dying on the dance floor,

They are lyin' in debris.

They are fadin from exhaustion

From their mortal injuries.

They are hungry and need feeding,

They resign themselves to fate.

They are desparate men,

Death's written on their face.



When your will to live is almost gone

And you're left alone but you need someone

Feed on me,

Feed on me



They're outgunned and outnumbered

But they'll never turn to run

And 'In the name of freedom'

Is written with their blood

Some would call them mercenary

But they always knew the pain

Inevitably far outweighs the gain



When the hunger strikes you down again

And you feel your inner strength has drained

Feed on me

Feed on me



Feed on me

Feed on me - I got what you need

Feed on me

Feed on me - Don't accept defeat