5. Feast (A) : Parasitic

[parasitic muse] the touch and you, it's obvious release, your art has got to be the taste, your work, a masterpiece your muse is me [feeding-time interlude] (feast, feast) in the brutal scapes that I create (watch as I feast, feast) you grow my power with your violent plays (feast, feast) oh, pleasure feeds my lovely hate (lovely hate) (feast, feast) I live to feast, I live to feast (feast, feast) I live to feast, I live to feast [when the levy breaks] when the levy breaks and the cash will flow and the people scream and the people moan and the heads will roll, it turns me on and so (you know) my cravings are growing for you I'm feeding on dopamine juice I'm eating it up, every morsel you chew when the heads will roll, it turns me on you know [chow hall] in the brutal scapes that I create you grow my power with your violent plays oh, pleasure feeds my lovely hate I live to feast your muse is me [lullaby] when your body breaks and your cash don't flow when your people leave and they leave you cold and their heads don't roll, and you wanna go home I