Feed On The Weak song lyrics
Spirits call, spirits rise.
Desolate sky, spirits die.
Haunting for the silence as the sickness falls within.
You've got your strays, the mice are killed.
It stems between the sick.
Spirits call, spirits rise.
Desolate sky, spirits die.
Haunting for behind them finds us meaning on the way.
The words fill, the chapters come.
It dissipates, it stays.
Spirits call, spirits rise.
Desolate skies, spirits die.
Falling hard, arriving fear.
Feeding on the weakest core.
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lyrics for Feed On The Weak, the 7th song of the 11 recorded for the album Back From The Dead, with a total running time of , by Obituary. It was released on via , and produced by .