Hunger Artist Lyrics

Agonised through the centuries spiralling down
Slaves salute the box of rabid babies
It seems like everyone is a hunger artist these days
Passed down through centuries of suffering
Browse through the bodies on display
Everything’s been said before but What all have we gained
Let the cage be the modern stage
Feed my ego feast of flesh
Dancing the protagonist
It’s a post-mortem luxury
Starving themselves for your amusement
Answers written in the rib cage
Disposable dolls in the factory
Like a cult of objectification
Feed my ego feast of flesh
The fabric of minds turned to embers when there is plenty left to burn
It’s a tradition of masochism
A multitude of shameful eyes, telling filth under-covering their demise
Put your self respect on the shelf and mark it up for sale
Feed my ego feast of flesh