Felines - Front 242

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 around 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 the felines…