Feed on My Sorrow Songtext
von I Am The Liquor

Things have gotten no better... Riding high into the storm
Can you tell me my brother... How we can make it through the night
Look at all you have given... So much more they can take
If these words do mean nothing... How long until they wipe the slate


Rain, pour down on me
Cleanse me, before I am gone
Rain, pour down on me
Purifying me... Down to the bone

Things have gotten no better... Left to turn the other cheek
With this lesson you′ve faltered... Once more deep unto the break
One more breathe that you've wasted... Ounce of truth onto the page
Feast or famine no other... Until the hour is too late.

Feed on my sorrow... Taste what′s inside me
Feed on my sorrow... Only sleep sets me free
Feed on my sorrow... Take the trip, turn the key