isn't this enough to feed your lust
does the blood not satisfy your tongue
it used to kill the cravings
it used to soothe the beat
i used to chant the suicide mantra
and it was all that i could hear
and you waited for the endge
so you could be the vulture
so you could feast away
but now you grow impatient
and the hymn is not enough
you're begging for the symphony
and calling for the maestro to strike up the band
and cut my feeble throat
isn't this enough
isn't this your ride playing with the handgun
painting with my blood
and constructing ugly portraits
to make me burn the brushes