Death - Scavenger of human sorrow: lyrics de la chanson

(6:53)
What pain will it take
to satisfy your sick appetite
go in for the kill
always in sight-prey
the time always right-feast
feed on the pain-taste
sorrow made flesh-sweet
live how you want
just don't feed on me
if you doubt what i say
i will make you believe
shallow are words from those who starve
for a dream not their own to slash and scar

Big words, small mind
behind the pain you will find
a scavenger of human sorrow
scavenger
abstract theory the weapon of choice
used by scavenger of human sorrow