Seething Hunger Songtext
von Coma Control

Feed the weak
I′m starving
Feed the weak
My maw craves
More broth
The sole purpose is
Growth
The fingers and teeth feel
Strong

Provide

Nurture me
We are kin
My sharp teeth
On your weak skin

Fingers dig into the skin
Forcing nourishment out from the nib
And the teeth prepare to tear again


The bodily broth will be consumed
Once again
To the very last drip
My succulent nectar

Sheathe your teeth
They've been acting selfishly
I brought you to life and watched you grow
Yet still you crave for more
These vile cravings are deforming me

Your purpose is to feed

I am here to consume all
My clench shall resurface the broth
Why forgo the convenience
I have every right to grow

Feed the weak
I′m starving
Feed the weak
One last drip


Seething hunger guides my actions
Dig in anger
No distractions
Your cries won't bother the deformation
My dear Mother
I must tear you apart