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
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