Feed On The Weak 가사

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