Consume Me
Every leaflet that is screaming without a sound
Is a hunter in a gorge that swallows down your crown
Pointing out a missing that you wouldn‘t realize
Does it lead you to a place where you sorely accept the prize
After lunchtime there‘s in ending in a crime
Stays a rest which gives it‘s best to hold your hunger for a while
Children of all ages : Be alert of what they do
Stay within yourselves - Stay within yourselves
Consume me, consume me
Consume me, let me be your product from out of space
Consume me, there will be nothing left but grace
Consume me, all you have to do is: Give it pace
Consume me, let me see bliss upon your face, bliss upon your face
Bliss upon your
Promise help wherever you may go
In neurotic tracks run dead for centuries
Promise better life that you may have in need
Feed the gorge made of insanity
Consume me, let me be your product from out of space
Consume me, there will be nothing left but grace
Consume me, Consume me eai, eai , eai, eai
Ah------, Uh--------
Every leaflet that is screaming without a sound
Is a hunter in a gorge that swallows
Down your crown
Music, Lyrics, Production: A. Liekefett, G. Hartz © Four Wings High Production 2017
