The Hollow (live) - A Perfect Circle

Run, desire, run, a sexual being

Run him like a blade

To and through the heart, no conscience

One motive, cater to the hollow

Screaming, feed me here

Fill me up again

And temporarily pacify this hunger that's so cruel

Libido throw

Dominoes of indiscretions down

Falling all around in cycles, in circles

Constantly consuming, conquering, devour

'Cause it's time to the bring the fire down

Throttle all this indiscretion

Long enough to edify

And permanently fill this hollow

Screaming feed me here

Fill me up again

Temporarily pacifying

Feed me here

Fill me up again

Temporarily pacifying