Låttexter:
10 Years Feeding The Wolves

She, She is the love that you make and break And He, He is the drug that you hate to crave And I, I am the liar you made to praise And You, You are the

Chasing the rapture Putrid words From sharpened tongues Are spewing them from our mouths Without a translation We?re just making sounds The pride of

Feeding the wolves... the taste of blood is bitter. (Feeding the wolves) (You're feeding the wolves) Feeding the wolves... don't you know better? (Feeding the wolves) (You're feeding the wolves

I wanna know What you really think of me I wanna feel all the Pain that sets you free These waves of doubt Are drowning me Gone are the days When this

open your eyes You need it, you want, You did it, You got it So act you own it this time The coma of lies Comfort your mind Your feeding the fire And

: The walls are closing in around us We hold our silence like a gun Your stare is empty and a scene that keeps repeating And I just bite my tongue They

: Putrid words from sharpened tongues Are spewing them from our mouths Without a translation We're just making sounds The pride of a lion is your disguise

: I wanna know what you really think of me I wanna feel all the pain that sets you free These waves of doubt are drowning me Gone are the days when this

: Broken shoulders resting on my back Overloaded with a weighed stack Higher and higher Time runs tired Silence falls into the deafening Sirens of my