Sit at the head of the table
We’ll feast, on earth’s delights
The hunt is the thrill of a kill
And we’re to greet our friends with knives
Ah, knives behind our backs
And grin, the porcelain masks
Thou should never ask
Lest one becomes a part of the buffet menu

Here comes the hunger
Here come the fleas
Here comes the pestilence
That never ever leaves
Here comes the hunger
The gnashing of teeth
Feed on the innocent
With nothing to give

And so we dine
Ah, Dance on borrowed time
Neath the silk and white, worms writhe
Rot is our song
And thieves in the night 
Our cups are filled with wine
Yet they’re empty all the time

Here comes the hunger
Here come the fleas
Here comes the pestilence
That never ever leaves
Here comes the hunger
The gnashing of teeth
Feed on the innocent
With nothing to give

Drain the coffers dry
Indulge yourself
For you’re divine

Here comes the hunger
Here come the fleas
Here comes the pestilence
That never ever leaves
Here comes the hunger
The gnashing of teeth
Feed on the innocent
With nothing to give

The Hunger

Vampirism + queer catholic guilt for halloween (fun)

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Midnight Sane hails from the shadowy corners of Metro Manila, offering a genre that is as indefinite, fickle, and volatile as its creators: a sound that can be gothic moping at present, and an energetic burnout the next.

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