Turning and twisting and breaking bones The feeder never stops, it's just begging for more Relentless, it pushes and grinding to dust Everything that's left gets used up Melting, burning, feeling decayed Crawling and scratching, pulled from the grave What you have is what they take Cycling over the big mistake Second hand Drip fed Used up Not enough Take what's mine Spend it how you like Give it back Less than what I had