Scavenger Of Human Sorrow

What pain will it take

To satisfy your sick appetite

Go in for the kill

Always in sight-prey

The time always right-feast

Feed on the pain-taste

Sorrow made flesh-sweet

Live how you want

Just don't feed on me

If you doubt what I say

I will make you beleive

Shallow are words from those who starve

For a dream not their own to slash and scar 

Big words, small mind

Behind the pain you will find

A scavenger of human sorrow

Scavenger

Abstract theory the weapon of choice

Used by a scavenger of human sorrow

Scavenger 

So you have traveled far across the sea

To spread your written brand of misery