Feast Or Famine

Have you like bone the blame

You start it in the sticking away

Condition to keep warning raw

Can you get him out and the gist the blame

You get man so grinding the bay

Come in here in to found our source

You can head anymore

But you won seal of my left

Feast or famine

We shoot up the stars

We don't get the better

Like corns turning stars

Head is on handle

We lost in the dark

So making him the better

When we are guitar on ward

Looking my live this is gill so rage

You far seem can state to taste

So hard love to a cove

Sold you soul for the magic piece

Bul a little bit of crown it just groove adjust

Like sell of him the star

You God Yosh if the gall of the you sting'oll math

Feast or famine

We shoot up the stars

We don't get the better

Like corns turning stars

Head is on handle

We lost in the dark

So making him the better

When we are guitar on ward

That you wall of day

Warning what that is won't be kick

Glad in me you out of day

We want it all we won everything

You can head anymore

But you won seal of my left

Feast or famine

We shoot up the stars

We don't get the better

Like corns turning stars

Head is on handle

We lost in the dark

So making him the better

When we are guitar on ward