The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Hunger Is It Good To You
I can see, despite your disguise The mask it covers, the pain in your eyes Imagination eludes the design Intoxicating the pleasure's all mine The feeling swells, it pushes me high The fire breathes, my fingers touch the sky The cradle swings as the wind rushes by Your body whispers, lies, lies, lies Your body's bursting, you see what's inside You open doors, you realize Those melting images They twist your inner core They're hours wasted, they're hours wasted Is that what you died for The feeling swells, it pushes me high The fire breathes, my fingers touch the sky The cradle swings as the wind rushes by Your body whispers, lies, lies, lies
