Steadfast in prudence and in folly; all the same Seldom does a fever bite to start another flame My eyes open up to feed again On the angst of our father's kin My Hungry Eyes wake for you. Swallowed by an angry tide Of emotional decay It surrounds you too And it's baying for another tast of prey My eyes open up to feed again On the angst of our father's kin My Hungry Eyes wake for you. Lie here with me And rain down on me! My Hungry Eyes wake for-