Hunger, It rumbles, but it's never humble.
Like a river never still.
It eats you down, till you're about to crumble.
You cry out in pain, but no one's waiting to help you.
You wait and wait in the dark for someone to help you
and turn on the light.
Where the helping hand to fill my stomach?
I need it now, but how.
I'm in the abyss and I only can tomball.
Where my stomach is empty, my heart begins to slither,
slide, and slip away from me.
As I take my last breath I slip to the stars.