Letras: The Cloud Room. The Hunger.

And you know, the hunger will unfold, it's our high, it's our mid, it's our low
In the acoustic shadow, it's our high, it's our mid, it's our low
And the future's rubbed off of my palms from shaking psalms

1-2 and we fight
1-2-3 we flight
and we choke on the light, the hunger's out tonight