Cravings from A Memoir by Two Makes One of a Kind

Craving for more
When's the next time?
Who's the next one?
Inside my mind
Keep your warnings
Heed the signs
Glasses tip down
Look at yourself

Hungry for what I shouldn't be
I have a taste for harmful things
Stabbed within the heart,
Biting up a twisted love

Take one, not two, not three, not four
Taking out the core, it's starving
Take one, and two, and three, and four
And four
Piled up more

Hungry for what I shouldn't be
I have a taste for harmful things
Stabbed within the heart,
Biting up a twisted love

Making up your mind, it's the matter of the world
Because fate is in your hands, it was already told
And you're just awaiting for the moment to unfurl
Your meal is getting cold

Pulling up, your's and my hands
Both become their own
What do you think about?
I think the time is now
Pulling up, your's and my hands
Burning in, crisping now
Would you enjoy your taste?
I think your time is out

• Band
• Experimental
• Vocaloid
• eat
• eating
• food
• horror
• scary
• vocaloid original
• United States