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...