Paroles de Feeble minded fools

Feeble minded fools Feeble minded fools on a journey towards darkness Saviour of the broken sun carries them From these shattered bones comes a hollow shriek A cry out for their father Whores of lust in needle spires of gold Try to suck the life right out of you Whores of lust in needle spires of gold There wont be much left when they´re through Whores of lust in needle spires of gold They´ll teach you to do what you are told Oh from afar hear the cries They cry out for their maker They dream of the touch But they will never know the touch of their father Cursed to always feel the chill always be cold Drink the blood of your own just to survive To fend of the chilling cold you feed on your own Quench your thirst on their lives Untill there´s nothing more than a lifeless husk So the journe ends now a saviour turned out to be a curse From these shatered bones comes a hollow shriek A cry out for betrayal