Does it?
Beautiful life draining creatures, Drain it all until you're fat and full, Take what you can until you do, tire us all out; it's all about you, Make the strain, pulse the matter, wither away all the new, after all, it's all you do. You don't tire, you move it right through, constant liar, who will you now consume? the figures counted, that you would, drive right into. Does it feel good? does it make you full? does it?