The Feeders Songtext
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The feeders feed on my every word
My syllables to sparks, to sparks
And chew and spit my purposes project
And fill their lungs with dreamer light
Don't you need to race to be the first to the head?
We feed the holes with our hands
The feeders fiend on my every word
My syllables do swell, do swell
My syllables to sparks, to sparks
And chew and spit my purposes project
And fill their lungs with dreamer light
Don't you need to race to be the first to the head?
We feed the holes with our hands
The feeders fiend on my every word
My syllables do swell, do swell
And they grow up and up and on up
And soon balloon?accumulous
Don't you need to race to be the first to the head?
We feed the holes with our hands
This reminds me of something, something we can do
This reminds me of something, something we can have
The feeders feed on my every word
My syllables are not enough
And chew and spit my projects project
And run on and run on
And soon balloon?accumulous
Don't you need to race to be the first to the head?
We feed the holes with our hands
This reminds me of something, something we can do
This reminds me of something, something we can have
The feeders feed on my every word
My syllables are not enough
And chew and spit my projects project
And run on and run on
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