Are You Hungry?

So- Are you hungry?
    (When you got nothing left.)
Are you hungry?
    (How do I confess?)
From being hungry?
    (Wit nothin' left to give)
Being hungry
    (And my whole life left to live.)

So you fill yourself up just to satisfy the greed,
And you eat far more than you really need,
And become overcome with such guilt and shame
That you're tempted to do things so you see that food again.
And you act kinda normal, but you feel kinda shy,
And you shy away from people so they don't keep asking why?
Your attitude is changing and you're afraid to lose control,
But you've lost your body, losing your mind and it's starting on your soul.
So, you're sitting in a corner and those feelings intensify,
The greed, the need to do something that no-one can simplify
And the power to explain has been cut up with a knife-
The start of something begins that no-one can rectify.

So- Are you hungry?
    (When you got nothing left.)
Are you hungry?
    (How do I confess?)
From being hungry?
    (Wit nothin' left to give)
Being hungry
    (And my whole life left to live.)

Are you hungry for love? Or just hungry for pain?
Are you searching the streets hoping for shelter from the rain?
There's strains on your conscience, and stains on your mind,
Looking around for a release that you ain't ever gonna find.
Your willpower is slipping into oblivion and nothingness,
You feel like one in a million, or maybe even less.
The world tests you beyond what you don't want to believe,
Surrounding you with things that you just don't want to see.

So- Are you hungry?
    (When you got nothing left.)
Are you hungry?
    (How do I confess?)
From being hungry?
    (Wit nothin' left to give)
Being hungry
    (And my whole life left to live.)

It makes it hard for you to stick to the diet at hand,
Harder for your brain to keep your body in command,
Hard to understand but you ain't lived through-
Until you can eat something without visiting the loo.
You torture yourself intensely with the provisions on your plate
By counting out those calories before you even ate.
It's a never ending battle that you ain't ever gonna win,
Once you set foot inside it- you may as well give in.
'Cos there's a time that will tell you just where you stand,
It's when you've pushed away those that hold your hand.
You don't believe you're worthy to have someone so close-
Followed by the terror of finding out who knows.

So- Are you hungry?
    (When you got nothing left.)
Are you hungry?
    (How do I confess?)
From being hungry?
    (Wit nothin' left to give)
Being hungry
    (And my whole life left to live.)

You resort to crime, to deviance, and self destruction,
Because you can't follow your own simple wrong instructions.
Your body needs stuff that it ain't ever getting,
Because the results are something you have a fear of getting.
The scales every morning give you that incentive-
You add new ways to avoid to your increasing inventive.
Incidentally it doesn't matter to those around you,
'Cos you kid yourself that they can't see what it is you do.
You eat in a dark room so You can't see what you do-
Then you relieve yourself, so you can pretend that it ain't true.
You sit in the toilet with those thoughts at hand...
Are you the only one that doesn't understand????

So- Are you hungry?
    (When you got nothing left.)
Are you hungry?
    (How do I confess?)
From being hungry?
    (Wit nothin' left to give)
Being hungry
    (And my whole life left to live.)

So your entire life now is filled with illusion.
Another mess to add to the jumble of confusion.
Confusion that was otherwise known as your brain-
Confusion at the battle that you're losing yet again.
You sit on the floor, and you're eating Vienetta,
Knowing very soon it'll be something you regretta (!)
But instead, you think as you run to the toilet,
What would happen if I were to fight it?
You'd sit and you'd rock, crying with the pain,
Crying in disbelief at the weight you think you'll gain.
Pain that everyone who knows and loves you shares.
Pain that everybody knows isn't really fair.

So- Are you hungry?
    (When you got nothing left.)
Are you hungry?
    (How do I confess?)
From being hungry?
    (Wit nothin' left to give)
Being hungry
    (And my whole life left to live.)

So, stuck in the grip of a fierce medical condition,
With conditions that you set yourself alone to wish on.
You know full well that you can't beat it alone,
But there are no friends around to help walk you home.
You've done your best to see that they all go,
You can't bear the thought of them seeing you so low.
Every ounce of strength is invested in denying
What people say, 'cos you think that they are lying.
There's no way around this obstacle course,
You have to go through and it takes some force
To say no to those cravings that are sat deep within,
Are you really strong enough to pack it all right in??

So- Are you hungry?
    (When you got nothing left.)
Are you hungry?
    (How do I confess?)
From being hungry?
    (Wit nothin' left to give)
Being hungry
    (And my whole life left to live.)

Are you hungry enough to realize what it is you do
Is gonna harm everybody, especially you?
Do you care enough to believe in your own self-worth?
Or are you looking forward to lying in the earth?
Are you hungry enough to see that food on your plate
Tastes nice, looks good (and don't let it be too late!)
Don't feed the cravings that'll hit you soon after-
Don't let this illness be your guiding master.
Master the feeling of being able to resist,
Love the feeling of being able to live.
Live with the feeling of being able to hold my hand...
Are you Hungry enough to be in total command??