Holding back from near consumption
Starving to taste ourselves and the sensation of existence
A feast for only the ones who are kings
The outcome of a revolution built to consume it's own
The outcome of a revolution built to consume itself

This will contain what has already been said before, been said before
The message enclosed will be the one we dread the most

Coming generations will learn that our kinds were nothing but cannibals of their own race not strong enough to be men
And when the young will rise they will tell them, they will tell them
And when the young will rise they will tell them, they will tell them

This will contain what has already been said before
The message enclosed will be the one we dread the most

And when the young will rise they will tell them, they will them all to go
Go back to your Hell, go back to your Hell,
Holding back from near consumption
Starving to taste ourselves and the sensation of an existence
A feast for you the one they call a king