| There's a baby in a meat slicer | |
| On the kitchen table, half done up | |
| Quite low, broken Madonna | |
| Decaying, cracked on my toilet cover | |
| Go, go, go, go | |
| There's a horrid duration | |
| With an appetite that will never cease | |
| Quite low, bliss, you drink it | |
| Desecrated evermore | |
| Said, oh oh oh oh | |
| The hungry end is waiting for your momma | |
| In a flash, she loses it | |
| That which soothes the hungry end | |
| Your place in oblivion is secure | |
| And you're gone, you kiss the damned | |
| And you feel the hungry end | |
| Is waiting for your life and you're losing it | |
| That which soothes | |
| Feel it | |
| Wish I could love you more | |
| Feel it all | |
| Never feel like I did before | |
| And, oh oh oh oh | |
| The hungry end is waiting for your momma | |
| In a flash, she loses it | |
| That which soothes the hungry end | |
| Your place in oblivion is secure | |
| And you're gone, you kiss the damned | |
| And you soothe the hungry end | |
| Go | |
| With an appetite that will never cease | |
| Quite low | |
| Bliss you drink it | |
| Desecrated evermore |