Well Fed
I want sick catharsis
I want no rest for the wicked man
In my darkest hour
Maybe I'll finally tell myself yes
Cause I have got to be well fed
I'll scrape your heart out of your chest
And pleasure is a razor blade
Don't worry baby I'll be quick
I'll rip the world open with my bare hands
I'll paint the town red with the blood in your veins
My chest is aching, I burn with every breath
I know you're shaking under your mask
Cause I have got to be well fed
I'll scrape your heart out of your chest
And pleasure is a razor blade
Don't worry baby I'll be quick
Sweet turns to bitter on my tongue
Don't worry baby, you're still young
Plenty of time for the golden boy
Made of a fool, used like a toy
Your fear is dripping from my mouth
You want it back, then lick it up
Beneath the noise I just see red
The power's below but I never rest
Cause I have got to be well fed
I'll scrape your heart out of your chest
And pleasure is a razor blade
Don't worry baby I'll be quick
Cause I have got to be well fed
I'll scrape your heart out of your chest
And pleasure is a razor blade
Don't worry baby I'll be quick
I want sick catharsis
I want no rest for the wicked man
In my darkest hour
Maybe I'll finally tell myself
I want no rest for the wicked man
In my darkest hour
Maybe I'll finally tell myself yes
Cause I have got to be well fed
I'll scrape your heart out of your chest
And pleasure is a razor blade
Don't worry baby I'll be quick
I'll rip the world open with my bare hands
I'll paint the town red with the blood in your veins
My chest is aching, I burn with every breath
I know you're shaking under your mask
Cause I have got to be well fed
I'll scrape your heart out of your chest
And pleasure is a razor blade
Don't worry baby I'll be quick
Sweet turns to bitter on my tongue
Don't worry baby, you're still young
Plenty of time for the golden boy
Made of a fool, used like a toy
Your fear is dripping from my mouth
You want it back, then lick it up
Beneath the noise I just see red
The power's below but I never rest
Cause I have got to be well fed
I'll scrape your heart out of your chest
And pleasure is a razor blade
Don't worry baby I'll be quick
Cause I have got to be well fed
I'll scrape your heart out of your chest
And pleasure is a razor blade
Don't worry baby I'll be quick
I want sick catharsis
I want no rest for the wicked man
In my darkest hour
Maybe I'll finally tell myself
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Writer(s): Johanna Weiss
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