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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
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