The Hollow Lyrics

A Perfect Circle The Hollow

run, desire, run this sexual being 
run him like a blade to & through the heart 
no conscience, one motive... 
to cater to the hollow. 
screaming 
feed me, fill me up again.
temporarily pacify this hungering. 
so, grow, libido, throw dominoes of 
indiscretions down. 
falling all around in cycles/circles. 
constantly consuming. 
conquer and devour. 
it's time to bring this fire down. 
bridle all this indiscretion 
long enough to edify and 
permanently fill this hollow. 
feed me, fill me up again. 
temporarily pacify this hungering.