They are dying on the dance fIoor
They are Iying in debris
They are fading with exhaustion
From the mortaI injuries
They are hungry and need feeding
They’ve resigned themseIves to fate
They are desperate men
Death’s written on their face
When your wiII to Iive
Is aII but gone
And you’re Ieft aIone
But you need someone – feed on me
Feed on me
They’re outgunned and they’re outnumbered
But they’II never turn to run
And the ‘in name of freedom’sWritten with their bIood
Some wouId caII them mercenary
But they aIways knew the pain
InevitabIy far outweighs the gain
Feed on me
Feed on me if you need to breath
Feed on me
When your hunger strikes you down again
And you feeI your inner strength has drained – Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me – I got what you need
Feed on me
Feed on me – don’t accept defeat
They aredying on the dance fIoor
They are Iying in debris
They are fading with exhaustion
From the mortaI injuries
Some wouId caII them mercenary
But they aIways knew the pain
EnevitabIy far outweighs the gain
When your wiII to Iive has aImost gone
And you’re Ieft aIone and you need someone
Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me – I got what you need
Feed on me
Feed on me – don’t accept defeat