Appetite of a People​-​Pleaser GHOST (Vocaloid) (Ft. ​flower (フラワ) (Vocaloid))

Ideas forming out of thin air
These indulgences none can compare
So many flavors that one would abhor
Even though I've had enough, I still demand:

Give me more!

I need a whole personality
Something inordinately sweet
Order anything you’d like
Nothing's changing my mind

I don't care how unhealthy it is
‘Cus there isn’t anything I'd rather be

Call me obsequious, I guess I'm a bit dramatic
Sometimes my appetite is eerily erratic
Give me your dire expectations, and I'll consume perfection
You are what you eat, after all

Everything
Combines into one
So many flavors that one would abhor
And I know I've had enough, I've gone too far

Now that I've become a full-course identity
Take a bite of me
I hope that I've become a favorable delicacy
That I’m worth something