Feeble minded fools

Feeble minded fools
Feeble minded fools on a journey towards darkness
Saviour of the broken sun carries them
From these shattered bones comes a hollow shriek
A cry out for their father

Whores of lust in needle spires of gold
Try to suck the life right out of you
Whores of lust in needle spires of gold
There wont be much left when they´re through
Whores of lust in needle spires of gold
They´ll teach you to do what you are told

Oh from afar hear the cries
They cry out for their maker
They dream of the touch
But they will never know the touch of their father
Cursed to always feel the chill always be cold

Drink the blood of your own just to survive

To fend of the chilling cold you feed on your own
Quench your thirst on their lives
Untill there´s nothing more than a lifeless husk
So the journe ends now a saviour turned out to be a curse
From these shatered bones comes a hollow shriek
A cry out for betrayal