They are dying on the dance floor
  They are lying in debris
  They are fading with exhaustion
  From the mortal injuries
  
  They are hungry and need feeding
  They've resigned themselves to fate
  They are desperate men
  Death's written on their face
  
  When your will to live
  Is all but gone
  And you're left alone
  But you need someone - feed on me
  Feed on me
  
  They're outgunned and they're outnumbered
  But they'll never turn to run
  And the 'in name of freedom's'
  Written with their blood
  
  Some would call them mercenary
  But they always knew the pain
  Inevitably far outweighs the gain
  
  Feed on me
  Feed on me if you need to breath
  Feed on me
  
  When your hunger strikes you down again
  And you feel your inner strength has drained - Feed on me
  Feed on me
  
  Feed on me - I got what you need
  Feed on me
  Feed on me - don't accept defeat
  
  They aredying on the dance floor
  They are lying in debris
  They are fading with exhaustion
  From the mortal injuries
  
  Some would call them mercenary
  But they always knew the pain
  Enevitably far outweighs the gain
  
  When your will to live has almost gone
  And you're left alone and you need someone
  Feed on me
  Feed on me
  
  Feed on me
  Feed on me - I got what you need
  Feed on me
  Feed on me - don't accept defeat