Details: Written by: Gary Johnston; Category: Music; Published: 13 December 2024

Lyrics

[Verse]

In shadows cast by midnight's breath,
A man stands worn, bound near to death.
His stomach twists, a hollow cry,
As hunger gnaws and hours drag by.

[Verse]

His gaze falls low, upon his arm,
A desperate limb, both weak and warm.
The fingers flex, though thin and frail,
A final meal in flesh and nail.

[Pre-Chorus]

Hunger's cruel, a fiend unseen,
It whispers dark, it haunts the lean.

[Chorus]

To feast on flesh or starve in pain—
A choice that drives the mind insane.
In shadow's grip, he fights the call,
To keep his soul, or lose it all.

[Verse]

He dreams of feasts he’ll never taste,
Of bread, of broth, now laid to waste.
Yet here he stands, with bone and skin,
The hunger howls—could he begin?

[Bridge]

A pang, a bite, a choice he dreads,
As visions dance inside his head.
The arm that once had held and healed,
Now tempts as meat, a final meal.

[Pre-Chorus]

Hunger's cruel, a fiend unseen,
It whispers dark, it haunts the lean.

[Chorus]

To feast on flesh or starve in pain—
A choice that drives the mind insane.
In shadow's grip, he fights the call,
To keep his soul, or lose it all.

[Outro]

But still he waits, for dawn to break,
To grant him strength he cannot fake.
He lifts his arm, yet stays the bite,
And prays for food to fill the night.