Feed On The Weak lyrics
Spirits call, spirits rise.
Desolate sky, spirits die.
Haunting for
the silence as the sickness falls within.
You've got your strays, the
mice are killed.
It stems between the sick.
Spirits call, spirits
rise.
Desolate sky, spirits die.
Haunting for behind them finds us
meaning on the way.
The words fill, the chapters come.
It
dissipates, it stays.
Spirits call, spirits rise.
Desolate skies,
spirits die.
Falling hard, arriving fear.
Feeding on the weakest
core.
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