When hunger strikes, our heads go blank
And so do our souls
Our eyes get filled with blackened spots
Our minds get filled with holes

So when the time ticks one, my friends
And hunger strikes again
We all shall move at once, outside
these concrete walls of pain

So what’d you say? Shall we stay here?
Or shall we go to feast
’cause I still have some work to do…
Let’s feed these little Beasts!!!!

H.Q.
Mon@12:39
22, Feb. 2010