Children They Feed - Archive

Children they feed teeth clenched tight

Don't let them see, on either side

What they can't hear, won't hurt them no

Keep them well fed, this one's bone dry

Bring me the next, the promising eyes

Diminishing light of your soul

The devil he calls, in the industry halls

The honest disguise, bloated and blue

It's time for a star, the siblings are full

Pretty and clean

Prepare to be spilled

Stay on your knees and please them all