HUNGRY

A high-energy rap-rock track in a minor key, featuring a male vocalist with a deep, aggressive delivery, The instrumentation includes a distorted electric guitar playing a driving riff, a prominent bassline, and a powerful drum beat with a strong snare, The song incorporates elements of industrial music with its raw, unpolished sound and intense atmosphere, The production is characterized by a raw, in-your-face mix, with the vocals upfront and the instruments providing a dense, impactful backing, The song structure is verse-chorus, with a clear build-up to the chorus, The tempo is fast, contributing to the overall aggressive feel

[Verse 1]
Do you know the feeling
when your mouth is full
just with words you’d never say sober?
When your hands start shaking
but it’s not fear – it’s restraint like a coma

When you watch someone laugh
and you want to break their teeth
just to see if they’re real?
Nothing to do against your will
When every beautiful thing
makes you wanna wreck it
so you don’t have to want it?

When you touch yourself
and you’re not even horny
– just furious?
Like you’re trying to fuck the sadness out
but it keeps moaning back louder
and injurious?

When your hands are clean and not your enemy
but your soul smells
like you’ve been fucking corpses made of memory?
When you punish yourself
like a parent with no child left to break in misery?

[Pre-Hook]
This isn't lust – it's execution
Not desire – it's evolution

[Hook]
I’m hungry – for everything
For the ache, for the crack, for the burn it brings
For the scars, for the scream, for the pulse in the ring
I don’t beg, I don’t pray – I rip through the skin
Hungry – for rupture, for throb, for sin
If it fights, if it fears – then I drag it in
No heaven. No harm. No offering.
Just this:
Hungry for everything
Hungry for everything

[Verse 2]
Do you know the feeling when you’re loved
and you wanna spit in their face –
not ‘cause they’re lying,
but because they’re here and you need space?
And it burns like truth in your brain these days?

When you hope they hit you
just so you can hit back
and call it even?
Just a little smack.
When you scroll past joy
like it’s something you’ll never touch
unless it’s bleeding?

When you fake a panic attack
just to be touched — no thought of payback
And when they hold you,
you picture how hard they’d fall
if you whispered “I lied to you all.”

When you come
and instantly want to scream
because nothing left feels like a dream?
When your body’s a cage
and the only thing moving is a fucking fake?

[Pre-Hook]
This isn’t rage – it’s recollection
Built from cut and misdirection

[Hook]
I’m hungry – for everything
For the dirt, for the drop, for the smallest thing
For the beat, for the clash, for the broken wing
I don’t crawl, I don’t kneel – I eat what they bring
Hungry – for the gasps, for the godless grin
If it cracks when I watch – then I know it begins
No anthem. No flag. No reckoning.
Just this:
Hungry for everything
Hungry for everything

[Verse 3]
Do you know the feeling when you want someone to beg
just so you can ignore them instead
– not out of power,
but because you wonder how it feels to be god
for a second in a bloodstained shower
and then forget them completely?
So they can feel what a freak sees

When you lie so well
you start hoping secretly
someone catches you
just to touch you differently?

when you hear the word love
and taste vomit – but swallow it
’cause it’s the only commit 
they ever gave you for free
- and you hate to admit

When your own name sounds like a dare
and your body’s just the costume
you forgot to take off
after the trauma in your own little ruin?

[Bridge]
Feed me guilt.
Feed me sick.
Feed me the bruise behind your trick.
Feed me tears.
Feed me glass.
Feed me the flashbacks, rough and fast.

[Final Hook]
I’m hungry – for everything
For the win, for the spit, for the hiss it brings
For the edge, for the fall, for the sharpest thing
I don’t hide, I don’t run – I tear through your film
Hungry – for fire, for filth, nothing’s missing
For the noise, for the gut, for the realest sting
No ending. No pause. No new begin.
Just this:
Hungry for
every
fucking
thing.

every
fucking
thing.

3530/7500

[Verse 1] Do you know the feeling when your mouth is full just with words you’d never say sober? When your hands start shaking but it’s not fear – it’s restraint like a coma When you watch someone laugh and you want to break their teeth just to see if they’re real? Nothing to do against your will When every beautiful thing makes you wanna wreck it so you don’t have to want it? When you touch yourself and you’re not even horny – just furious? Like you’re trying to fuck the sadness out but it keeps moaning back louder and injurious? When your hands are clean and not your enemy but your soul smells like you’ve been fucking corpses made of memory? When you punish yourself like a parent with no child left to break in misery? [Pre-Hook] This isn't lust – it's execution Not desire – it's evolution [Hook] I’m hungry – for everything For the ache, for the crack, for the burn it brings For the scars, for the scream, for the pulse in the ring I don’t beg, I don’t pray – I rip through the skin Hungry – for rupture, for throb, for sin If it fights, if it fears – then I drag it in No heaven. No harm. No offering. Just this: Hungry for everything Hungry for everything [Verse 2] Do you know the feeling when you’re loved and you wanna spit in their face – not ‘cause they’re lying, but because they’re here and you need space? And it burns like truth in your brain these days? When you hope they hit you just so you can hit back and call it even? Just a little smack. When you scroll past joy like it’s something you’ll never touch unless it’s bleeding? When you fake a panic attack just to be touched — no thought of payback And when they hold you, you picture how hard they’d fall if you whispered “I lied to you all.” When you come and instantly want to scream because nothing left feels like a dream? When your body’s a cage and the only thing moving is a fucking fake? [Pre-Hook] This isn’t rage – it’s recollection Built from cut and misdirection [Hook] I’m hungry – for everything For the dirt, for the drop, for the smallest thing For the beat, for the clash, for the broken wing I don’t crawl, I don’t kneel – I eat what they bring Hungry – for the gasps, for the godless grin If it cracks when I watch – then I know it begins No anthem. No flag. No reckoning. Just this: Hungry for everything Hungry for everything [Verse 3] Do you know the feeling when you want someone to beg just so you can ignore them instead – not out of power, but because you wonder how it feels to be god for a second in a bloodstained shower and then forget them completely? So they can feel what a freak sees When you lie so well you start hoping secretly someone catches you just to touch you differently? when you hear the word love and taste vomit – but swallow it ’cause it’s the only commit they ever gave you for free - and you hate to admit When your own name sounds like a dare and your body’s just the costume you forgot to take off after the trauma in your own little ruin? [Bridge] Feed me guilt. Feed me sick. Feed me the bruise behind your trick. Feed me tears. Feed me glass. Feed me the flashbacks, rough and fast. [Final Hook] I’m hungry – for everything For the win, for the spit, for the hiss it brings For the edge, for the fall, for the sharpest thing I don’t hide, I don’t run – I tear through your film Hungry – for fire, for filth, nothing’s missing For the noise, for the gut, for the realest sting No ending. No pause. No new begin. Just this: Hungry for every fucking thing. every fucking thing.

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