| One is not enough, I’m a glutton
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| Wanna take it all till there’s nothing
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| Grasping at the bottom when I plunge in
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| Never sleep because I’m always huntin — for more
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| Nothing is ever enough, because I am a gl-u-tton
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| Oh — Consumption is my only function
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| If I run out, then I’m cuffing whatever you’re clutching
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| Never sleep because I’m always huntin for more
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| Mmmm
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| And I got that craving for it
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| But I’m not depraved, well sorta
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| When I’m out surveying sources
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| For one of my most favorite courses
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| Oh, I just want a tasty morsel
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| Starving off this aching torture
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| And the emptiness makes me nauseous
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| Till I’m sedated with weighty portions
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| Oh, but I’m aiming for more
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| And it never seems that I get a fill — It’s the same as before
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| Then, whatever grabs onto my appetite, chase the allure
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| And I’m expanding my palate, till there’s pain in my jaw — awwww
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| I wanna it taste all, and masticate the mass decay
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| No trash or waste involved
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| A hasty mauling, place the staw in, savor the sauce
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| Till the flavor dissolves and I wanna scrape the walls
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| One is not enough, I’m a glutton
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| Wanna take it all till there’s nothing
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| Grasping at the bottom when I plunge in
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| Never sleep because I’m always huntin — for more
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| Nothing is ever enough, because I am a gl-u-tton
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| Oh — Consumption is my only function
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| If I run out, then I’m cuffing whatever you’re clutching
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| Never sleep because I’m always huntin for more
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| I gotta get another goodie, yup, but I gather
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| It’s gonna be grimy going the way that it be going down
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| I’m gonna give my gums a grueling goal on behalf of my stomach
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| That’s growling — notice the gain in the groans and growls
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| It’s giving me grief
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| But grinning is easy when I be gritting my teeth
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| So don’t gimme no guilt trip, cause I know it’s an illness
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| That’s explodes with the real risks of grilling with grease
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| And this guttural call to gluttony’s all I know
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| Cold — sputtering on the brink
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| So gully, whore lust, more numbing, monopoly board money scores
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| Color me raw in pink
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| The onus on me, is oh sloppy
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| Yet folks’ll copy this soulless zombie
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| In a swollen body, only a hearty appetite for more
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| But at my core there’s a hole with no heartbeat
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| UGH!
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| I want it all and I want it — now
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| Your heart, your soul, your doubt
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| Everything that’s breathing out
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| Gets crushed in my mouth
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| I’m shameless
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| And I won’t get sober, theres no leftovers
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| No matter what the state of my plate is
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| Hey this needless want is evil huh? |
| but I need and want it
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| A precipice I never teeter on
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| Cause I seem to fall in deep to the balls when I heed the calling
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| We’ve evolved from a cauldron
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| Where each and all reach and crawl for the profits
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| And breach the walls, trying to keep what you’ve got
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| Yes, you’ll feel the gnaw reaching down for your wallet
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| And I got a fever for the flavor of a kill
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| If I’m gonna meet my maker, then intaking his creation whole… filled
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| With a cheshire cat grin, and my deeds purged for him to discover
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| Like… Please sir, can I have another?
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| One is not enough, I’m a glutton
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| Wanna take it all till there’s nothing
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| Grasping at the bottom when I plunge in
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| Never sleep because I’m always huntin — for more
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| Nothing is ever enough, because I am a gl-u-tton
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| Oh — Consumption is my only function
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| If I run out, then I’m cuffing whatever you’re clutching
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| Never sleep because I’m always huntin for more
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| I want it all, and I want it now |