Texty: Project 86. Truthless Heroes. Team Black.

The more I taste, the more I need
The more it makes me ill
The more I taste, the more I need
Need my fill of you

I don't even like the taste of blood
(Taste of blood)
It was only half your sanity
This is hunger that just won't go away
(Won't go away)

I was taught to drink my fill of you
You were taught to take, take, take me on

The more I taste, the more I need
The more it makes me ill
The more I taste, the more I need
Need my fill of you

The more I taste, the more I need
The more you make me ill
The more I taste, the more I need
Need my fill of you

You are a sight for hungry eyes today
(I soon change)
I am needing more of you inside of me
I'm nothing more than what they made of me
(Made of me)

I was taught to drink my fill of you
You were taught to take, take, take me on

The more I taste, the more I need
The more it makes me ill
The more I taste, the more I need
Need my fill of you

The more I taste, the more I need
The more you make me ill
The more I taste, the more I need
Need my fill of you

And when my objects become used
I throw them all away
And when I need another fill
I'll turn to you again

I was taught to drink my fill of you
You were taught to take, take, take me on

The more I taste, the more I need
The more it makes me ill
The more I taste, the more I need
Need my fill of you

The more I taste, the more I need
The more you make me ill
The more I taste, the more I need
Need my fill of you