Felines — Front 242

They come to track down the sobbing They come to sully the sorrow To see the bloody insides To eat their fill of dispair They come to track down the sobbing To pulverize the most intimate pains

Let's feed the felines Bury your head in the sand or go round in circles

Deeply caught in their conceit They gather to check their luck The vultures sweeping down upon the street To eat their fill of despair

Let's feed teh felines...