Scavenger of Human Sorrow - Death

What pain will it take

To satisfy your sick appetite

Go in for the kill

Always in sight - prey

The time always right - feast

Feed on the pain - taste

Sorrow made flesh - sweet

Live how you want

Just don't feed on me

If you doubt what I say

I will make you believe

Shallow are words from those who starve

For a dream not their own to slash and scar

Big words, small mind

Behind the pain you will find

A scavenger of human sorrow

Scavenger

Abstract theory the weapon of choice

Used by scavenger of human sorrow

Scavenger

So you have traveled far across the sea

To spread yor written brand of misery