They come to track down the sobbing

They come to sully the sorrow

To see the bloody insides

To eat their fill of dispair

They come to track down the sobbing

To pulverize the most intimate pains



Let's feed the felines

Bury your head in the sand or go round

in circles



Deeply caught in their conceit

They gather to check their luck

The vultures sweeping down upon the

street

To eat their fill of despair



Let's feed teh felines