The Feast - Floater

Feast on me and

Take your fill

And when I finish giving

Go and find someone who will

We are one you say, but

Who are we?

I’m lying on the table

And I’m high above the trees

And this beast must go on and on and on…

And nobody gives a damn

Take a side you say

It’s black and gray

And all the

Hunters take the hunted

Merrily out to play

We are one, you say, but

Who are you?

You’re all too busy reaping

In the things you never sown

And this beast must go on and on and on…

Nobody gives a damn

Feast on me, and

Take your fill and

When I finish giving

Go and find someone who will

Am I talking a bit too loud?

Am I acting a bit too proud?

Well, it’s always something

Then I’m gone away…

And you’re all starving

Starving

You’re all starving…

You’re all starving…

All starving…