From the album Conduit

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Lyrics


Stamped yellow for all the good it is, a string, hold elbows out to move or miss, the hidden charm / for all to wear are worn
When will the craving go away and where is the blood I'll need today / Hung around the neck to swallow carving out bone and marrow / Drawn to me
I'll be the vulture, I'll be the sacrifice, on the table is plenty / Now what is useless, called out like another vice, this is my ruthless sustenance
It's the reason I'm alive, a jeweler's hunting knife, no better prize than what's consumed or might