They come to track down the sobbingThey come to sully the sorrowTo see the bloody insidesTo eat their fill of dispairThey come to track down the sobbingTo pulverize the most intimate painsLet's feed the felinesBury your head in the sand or go round in circlesDeeply caught in their conceitThey gather to check their luckThe vultures sweeping down upon the streetTo eat their fill of despairLet's feed teh felines...