Skunk Anansie

the sweeter the taste I love it
eaten your gutted spine
all of your thoughts I have them
spitting them out, sublime
(cos) I am the god of power
political to the core
governments roll their heads out
the beast always wants some more
I love it
he loves it
we love your apathy
we crush your
lame spirit
we love your apathy
love-er-ly