Felines

They come to track down the sobbing They come to sully the sorrow To see the bloody insides To eat their fill of despair 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 the felines --- Felines - Front 242