The Feast

While these old plagues spread
One more need runs low
Don't stop, feast harder
Strip what's left of this toxic land
Stuff yourself with anything you grasp
Our fates compounding
Our veins run dry, don't stop
This can't get much worse



Credits
Writer(s): William Jordan, Michael Sochynsky, Mookie Singerman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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