Feed The Need - Sons Of Texas

I’m feeding the need

The yearning to be

The archetype of everything

My will is to burn

Yet not in the urn

But in the souls of all of those

I have fostered — burn

I’m oiled up to fire

A killing desire

To blast me out and

Shoot me up higher

The will to achieve

My inherent needs

Adopted hearts I carry

Will help propel me

Kill all my foes

Who will try to inhibit me

(Feed the need)

Bones are like steel

Rubber soul that inhabits me

(Sow the seed)

All my intentions

Possessing and owning me

All my convictions are haunting me

Feed the need

I’ll feed the machine

The spear head is me

To devastate and wipe the world clean

And all who oppose

I swear unto oath

Behind me is a cavalry

Set to smite you

Swarm to me like refugees

They’ll see me free their hands

Unbound in sweet relief

Fuck you

I’m becoming more than you’ll ever be