Famine (Paralysed Age)

Pour your tongue down my throat And dig your fingers in my neck And plant your thoughts upon my cheek So that they can grow And feed me later on So that they can grow And feed me later on So that they can grow And feed me later on My tongue My cheek I´m talking tongue in cheek But anyway I mean what I say But anyway I mean what I say But anyway I mean what I say I mean what I say I mean what I say When I say I´m starving I´m starving...