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They are dying on the dance floor They are lying in debris They are fading with exhaustion From the mortal injuries They are hungry and need feeding They've resigned themselves to fate They are desperate men Death's written on their face When your will to live is almost gone And you're left alone but you need someone Feed on me Feed on me They're out gunned and they're outnumbered But they'll never turn to run And in name of freedom Is written with their blood Some would call them mercenary But they always knew the pain Inevitably far outweighs the gain When your hunger strikes you down again And you feel your inner strength has drained Feed on me Feed on me Feed on me Feed on me, I got what you need Feed on me Feed on me, don't accept defeat They are dying on the dance floor They are lying in debris They are fading with exhaustion From the mortal injuries Some would call them mercenary But they always knew the pain Inevitably far outweighs the gain When your will to live is all but gone Let your heart be straight to drive you off Feed on me Feed on me Feed on me Feed on me, I got what you need Feed on me Feed on me, don't accept defeat Feed on me