Biscuit

I'm lost, exposedStranger things will come your wayIt's just I'm scaredGot hurt along time agoI can't make myself heardNo matter how hard I screamOh sensationSin, slave of sensationFull fed yet I still hungerTorn insideHaunted I tell myself, yet I still wanderDown, inside, its tearing me apartOh sensationSin, slave of sensationAt last, reliefA mother's son has left me sheerThe shores I seekAre crimson tastes devineI can't make myself heardNo matter how hard I screamOh sensationSin slave of sensation