Gula

In the vastness of the desert I found myself
 Temped by a voice within
 The droning sound of flies running through my skin
 A snarling rising from the ground
 Is this an actual hunger or a craving that I feel?
 The emptiness grows strong in me
 All these stones may turn to bread
 The grains of sand could turn into speed
 A body to honor God
 By making it a holy shrine
 And put a knife to your throat
 If you are ever given to
 Gula
 With greedy bites you gulp down the ambrosia
 Truly it's the food of gods
 A ferocious mouth of hunger opens like a void
 No ashes, no reverence to God
 When you face the final judgement, the people that you'll see
 Raving like starving hogs
 On their knees in excrements
 Guarded by a three-headed dog
 A body to honor God
 Or a temple made of dust
 Put a knife to your throat
 If you are ever given to
 Have some more, take everything
 Take everything
 Eat and drink, 'cause tomorrow you'll die
 No dead will rise
 Put a knife to your throat
 'Cause now you have been given to
 Have some more, take everything
 Take everything
 Eat and drink, 'cause tomorrow you'll die
 No dead will rise
 Have some more, take everything (Everything)
 Take everything
 Eat and drink, 'cause tomorrow you'll die
 No dead will rise