Spoiling food spells spoiling health,
But you're hungry now so you eat yourself.
You're hungry now so you eat yourself.

A hundred kings 'round an empty hill,
Where the cattle ran and they're roaming still.
Well we got nothing left to shill.

Heaven sent
Hell

Well the hand pulls in and bites itself,
Well the hand pulls in and bites itself,
Well the hand pulls in and bites itself.


Old mate's gone, he's gone ouroboros, awry.
Old mate's gone, he's gone ouroboros, awry.


Spoiling food spells spoiling health,
But you're hungry now so you eat yourself.
You're hungry now so you eat yourself.

A hundred kings 'round an empty hill,
Where the cattle ran and they're roaming still.
Well we got nothing left to shill.

Heaven sent
Hell

Well the hand pulls in and bites itself,
Well the hand pulls in and bites itself,
Well the hand pulls in and bites itself.


(A hundred thousand of the galaxy's most impressive apes couldn't come up with a plan.
Spit the god-damn tail out of your mouth, that's not how this thing works, man.)
Old mate's gone, he's gone ouroboros, awry.
Old mate's gone, he's gone ouroboros, awry.


Those hungry minds need feeding.
Those hungry mouths need feeding.
Them hungry minds need feeding.
So hungry now, well eat yourself.