Psycholagniac

Too many left in the world
I stand the styles that feast upon
They will be so damn fond of you
Soak all the style off of me
And they will have from the worst that I get

This is the sting of tasting disc
Leave, leave them half unslept
And heaving at a wedding again

I stay, I stay, I stay thirsty
I stay, I stay, I stay thirsty
I stay, I stay, I stay thirsty
I stay, I stay, I stay thirsty