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OBITUARY 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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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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Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Songwriters: PERES, TREVOR LEON / TARDY, DONALD WILLIAM / TARDY, JOHN RUSSELL / WATKINS, FRANK / WEST, ALLEN
Album: Back from the Dead
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