Feed The Birds Songtext
von dearbones

We are the lifeless martyrs
We are a burden, well our vices, are priceless
This ship is lost and out of control
We are the constant tortured
We are the damned
Well our vices are priceless

And when they find you
Digesting through a tetrarch′s body
Some day this plight will
Leave you condemned in silence


Gather round the lake if you're baptized
My son I know you′ll be set free
But oh Messiah, what of the fire
It's a beautiful dream, keep me burning
Let's play the deacons of Stephen
Cast out the truth with ill lies
No resurrection, mans imperfection
It′s a beautiful treat
Welcome to the machine

And when they find you
Digesting through a tetrarch′s body
Some day this plight will
Leave you condemned in silence