They come to track down the sobbing
They come to sully the sorrow
To eat their fill of dispair
They come to track down the sobbing
To pulverize the most intimate pains
To see the bloody insides
in circles
Let's feed the felines
Bury your head in the sand or go round Deeply caught in their conceit
They gather to check their luck
street
To eat their fill of despair The vultures sweeping down upon the
Let's feed teh felines.
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