Wise words.

A Perfect Circle - The Hollow:
Run, desire run. Sexual being. Run it like a blade to and through the heart. No conscience, one motive. Cater to the hollow. Screamin' feed me, fill me up again. Temporarily pacify this hungering. So grow libido, throw dominoes of indiscretions down, falling all around in cycles, in circles, constantly consuming, conquer and devour. Cuz it's time to bring the fire down, bridle all this indiscretion long enough to edify and permanently fill this hollow.