^Em7Well alright, No stars ton^Edim7ight The ^Em7moon must hide Can't bear to see my ^Edim7face So ^Cmmany moons have passed So ^Bbmmany suns gone down Too much ^Abblood under the bridge Too many w^Forlds turned upside down

The ^Dskies were pure and the ^Emfields were green The f^F#mading summer, six^Gteen-seventeen The f^Bmirst time I ever d^F#mrew blood She was such a ^Gbeautiful and i^Annocent child

She ^Dnever knew my soul was c^Emursed for good I fo^F#mught to overcome my thirst I t^Ghought I could But when I ^Bmkissed her lips then I ^F#mhad no control And the ^Gfuries all ran ^Awild

And when ^BmI grasped for life I ^F#malways killed the thi^Gngs for which I yea^Arned I wish to ^Bmbe a flame and re^F#mduce to ashes But ^GI have never ^Aburned

I long to ^Emfly in total fr^Aeedom and yet these ^Bmchains keep dragging me ^Gdown I want to ^Embe an angel or the de^Avil himself But I am ^Bmnothing but a creature longing for things I can't ^Ghave And the sp^F#mlit goes through my ^Bmvery soul It´s a ^Gwound that never ^Amends Our des^F#mires are el^Bmusive And the ^Ghunger never e^Ands When the ^Dworld has drawn i^Emts final breath And Ex^Gtinguished all the ^Alight There´ll be n^Dothing left But a l^Emifeless wasteland^G And an endless ^Aappetite ^{Bm D}Nothing left but a s^Emoundless heartbeat^G And a ruthless ^Aappetite

The p^Dreacher's daughter let me i^Emn her room In se^F#mventeen thirty-two, to love me ^Gwas her doom With her s^Bmilken blood I wrote a ^F#mpoem of love Up^Gon her ivory s^Akin And the b^Dashful page of Nap^Emoleon the Great In ei^F#mghteen hundred thirteen he stood ^Gat the gate When I rec^Bmall his body I can't ^F#mhelp but think To cons^Gume him was a ^Asin

So many vi^Bmctims washing ^F#mon the shores An ^Gocean of pure ^Atears... So many pl^Bmeas for mercy, h^F#mowls of pain Int^Goxicating fe^Aars

I used my ^Embody just like a b^Aandage I used their ^Bmbodies just like a ^Gwound And I'll n^Emever know where they d^Aisappeared But I can ^Bmsee them rising up out my memories now Just like the ^Bmdemons rising up from a t^Gomb! And there is ^F#mno way ever to a^Bmpologize, Rep^Gent or make am^Aends... No rel^F#mease and no redem^Bmption The h^Gunger never e^Ands...

There are th^Dose who believe in ^Emscience And t^Ghose who believe in ^Aart There are t^Dhose who believe in p^Emower and wealth Or l^Gove and matters of t^Ahe heart There are t^Ghose who believe in v^Aarious gods In ^Bmnations, and kn^C#m7owledge In h^Bmeaven and ^C#m7hell The p^Bmowers of d^C#m7arkness The as^Gsumption of the l^Aight But ^DI believe in ^Bmjust one God That of e^Gndless and insatiable Im^Gmoral and destructible And ^Gall consuming appetite

There is a p^Drediction that I ^Emnow will make And I'm ^Gsure it will be r^Aight: When the ^Dnext millennium f^Eminally comes The g^God most worshiped i^An this world Will be the ^GGod of appetite