Hunger Strike Lyrics Novels & Stories

"He's gone." I clutch the empty vial of starscream. "No. The lullaby's still singing." Far off, a note echoes-pure, defiant, *alive*. The Hunter frowns. "What is that?" I smile, tears cutting through the dust on my face. "A new song." The hunger never ends. But neither do we.

“Mama’s not hungry, sweetheart. You eat.” The truth was, I had no appetite. Not for the food, not for life, not for anything in this place. I starved myself deliberately, surviving only on the occasional fruit or sip of water. Perhaps some foolish part of me believed that if I wasted away, if I refused to comply, Daniel would be forced to let me go. A hunger strike was the only rebellion left to me. Days blurred together. Each morning, more food arrived. Each morning, I gave it to Peter and turned away from the rest. My body grew weaker, my reflection paler, but my resolve held.

Chapter Seventeen Nina “This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me!” My voice echoed as I hummed the uplifting lyrics of the song title “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten while I mopped the sticky floor of the dungeon using both my normal and wounded hands.

The Rift’s hunger swallowed everything. And then— Darkness.

"If she hadn't gotten kidnapped trying to save you, she wouldn't be like this. You're selfish enough—now she's hanging on by a thread, and you still can't think past yourself?" Andrew's phone buzzed. He slipped his hand from mine. "I have to go, Viv. You get it, right?" I didn't even get to answer. Took one shaky step, heel twisted—I hit the ground hard. My arm slammed into the metal flower stand, splitting wide open. White-hot pain shot through me. I cried out. Andrew didn't even flinch. Just ran. Never looked back. As he disappeared through the door, I snapped. "Andrew Todd! I'll wait here till the day ends. If you don't come back—we're done. For good."

But I know he is going to leave. But I don't want him to. Is it bad? It's good to have someone around and only want him around. What the fuck does it even mean? 'Strangers Killing my lonely nights with strangers And when they leave, I go back to our song, I hold on I, I, oh I Hurts like heaven, lost in the sound Buzz-cut season like you're still around Can't unmiss you and I need you now Yeah, I, I, oh I, yeah'

She screamed and I ran away before she got her hands on me. I feel bad but there's nothing I can do 🎶 Whats up I'm right back🎶 Cock back the trigger🎶 Plain Jane get hijacked🎶 Don't like me? Then tell me how you like that, like that🎶 In this even darker place shine like the stars🎶 With a smile on my face I'll kiss you goodbye🎶 Laugh all you want while you still can🎶 Because it's about to be your turn 1, 2, 3🎶

Alexa replied. 🎶🎶Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please🎶🎶 🎶 Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

This life's go no escape, Go hard until I can't see straight, Sunlight burn in' my eyes, How the fuck am I still alive? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa)

I play the music before I stand in front of the pole and close my eyes. The beat started airing around the room, collided with the passion spreading out of me and the fire of the music. I slowly touch my legs up to my stomach, up to my chest into the air. I start dancing and admiring the bewildering of the music. “Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise, tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised, now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it, already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it” the lyrics are significant.