Feed me. Feed me. Feed me. Feed me, Seymour. Feed me all night long. (That's right, boy! You can do it!) Feed me, Seymour. Feed me all night long. (
will And maybe she will Caught a light sneeze, dreams a little dream And make their own pretty hate machine You're on the left side You're on the red
stay In open arms we put our trust they put us on a big red bus Twin spirits soaking up a dream Fuel to feed the press machine After years that were
maybe it was ten? Moat of broken glass, a barbed wire fence, When your heart is hurting, you'll feel it breathing. While your pain is feeding, a tiny red
all you need with your eyes The big machines take care of You until you kill yourself And then the sales go through the roof Calculated, formulated Feed
Khadafi] You about to witness a two five Jedi Minds collabo You know what I mean? The God Jus Allah [Jus Allah] Megatraum is a Martian feeding off weed
to fool the majority Now I'm your evil leader right wing military chief So fuck your educations and your hungry mouths to feed I've got to keep the war machine
opportunity killing machine! Black and red, white or green I just want your spleen! I'll pull it through your nose and (??) down your throat. Peel off your skin and feed
you need with your eyes The big machines take care of you Until you kill yourself And then the sales go through the roof Calculated, formulated Feed
's what we need a good one, to make us all believe in a better day, to be in love for a colour not black or white but red, 'los red is the colour of love
all you need with your eyes The big machines take care of you Until you kill yourself And then the sales go through the roof Calculated, formulated Feed
s what we need a good one, to make us all believe in a better day, to be in love for a colour not black or white but red, 'los red is the colour of love