Feasting Fools Lyrics
| Song | Feasting Fools |
| Artist | Unexpect |
| Album | In a Flesh Aquarium |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : SyriaK, UnexpecT | |
| Drinking words from a bone catheter | |
| Without consistence | |
| Tasting dominance as an appetizer | |
| Ambitious platters spiced with numbers | |
| My thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish... | |
| Giving sound advices on how to silence my dish | |
| Billions of livings painting for the greedy | |
| In this summit of foam | |
| Invited by naughty titans in their inhuman museum | |
| To share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum | |
| Feasting fools on a monstrous path | |
| Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath | |
| Table is set for tragedy | |
| A misshapen mole in the face of decency | |
| Cybernetic fairies in loss of power | |
| Crushed by the work-till-death project | |
| Sick as wingless birds skewered on a numeric stake | |
| Look...the synthetic clown is smiling | |
| ...and the children are starving | |
| Ludicrous pawn of despotic tramplers | |
| Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric | |
| Of this physical existence | |
| Elegant jackets, dragon-skin style; mandrake cigars fathering tiny storms of snobbism, fresh cemetery juice and electro-nerves floatting rubba' things | |
| High educated horned giants worshipping shallow luxuries | |
| Boiling with a vain intensity just staring at the cyclic visual feast | |
| Just standing now in the middle of a past | |
| Marble still in the dead zone | |
| The cemetery walking over me | |
| ...and I wonder | |
| Descending to visualization vault XYZ after an exquisite dinner | |
| Holographic sceneries despicting the All | |
| So many lives... | |
| Frames no more, captured by digital | |
| Invisible bonds...but still...such nice colors... | |
| Irregular digitalis begging for guidance in his strayed life | |
| A juggling feat for the eaters | |
| A struggling beat for the wired | |
| Are they stones or are they names | |
| Am I stoned or just ashamed | |
| Just a human with respect in his pockets | |
| Ready to share some with the face of the worthy | |
| Let the Grim be aware | |
| I won't be reaped without guarantees | |
| I like my eggs boiled and that's it |
| zuo qu : SyriaK, UnexpecT | |
| Drinking words from a bone catheter | |
| Without consistence | |
| Tasting dominance as an appetizer | |
| Ambitious platters spiced with numbers | |
| My thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish... | |
| Giving sound advices on how to silence my dish | |
| Billions of livings painting for the greedy | |
| In this summit of foam | |
| Invited by naughty titans in their inhuman museum | |
| To share notso mysteries and their wouldbe decorum | |
| Feasting fools on a monstrous path | |
| Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath | |
| Table is set for tragedy | |
| A misshapen mole in the face of decency | |
| Cybernetic fairies in loss of power | |
| Crushed by the worktilldeath project | |
| Sick as wingless birds skewered on a numeric stake | |
| Look... the synthetic clown is smiling | |
| ... and the children are starving | |
| Ludicrous pawn of despotic tramplers | |
| Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric | |
| Of this physical existence | |
| Elegant jackets, dragonskin style mandrake cigars fathering tiny storms of snobbism, fresh cemetery juice and electronerves floatting rubba' things | |
| High educated horned giants worshipping shallow luxuries | |
| Boiling with a vain intensity just staring at the cyclic visual feast | |
| Just standing now in the middle of a past | |
| Marble still in the dead zone | |
| The cemetery walking over me | |
| ... and I wonder | |
| Descending to visualization vault XYZ after an exquisite dinner | |
| Holographic sceneries despicting the All | |
| So many lives... | |
| Frames no more, captured by digital | |
| Invisible bonds... but still... such nice colors... | |
| Irregular digitalis begging for guidance in his strayed life | |
| A juggling feat for the eaters | |
| A struggling beat for the wired | |
| Are they stones or are they names | |
| Am I stoned or just ashamed | |
| Just a human with respect in his pockets | |
| Ready to share some with the face of the worthy | |
| Let the Grim be aware | |
| I won' t be reaped without guarantees | |
| I like my eggs boiled and that' s it |
| zuò qǔ : SyriaK, UnexpecT | |
| Drinking words from a bone catheter | |
| Without consistence | |
| Tasting dominance as an appetizer | |
| Ambitious platters spiced with numbers | |
| My thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish... | |
| Giving sound advices on how to silence my dish | |
| Billions of livings painting for the greedy | |
| In this summit of foam | |
| Invited by naughty titans in their inhuman museum | |
| To share notso mysteries and their wouldbe decorum | |
| Feasting fools on a monstrous path | |
| Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath | |
| Table is set for tragedy | |
| A misshapen mole in the face of decency | |
| Cybernetic fairies in loss of power | |
| Crushed by the worktilldeath project | |
| Sick as wingless birds skewered on a numeric stake | |
| Look... the synthetic clown is smiling | |
| ... and the children are starving | |
| Ludicrous pawn of despotic tramplers | |
| Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric | |
| Of this physical existence | |
| Elegant jackets, dragonskin style mandrake cigars fathering tiny storms of snobbism, fresh cemetery juice and electronerves floatting rubba' things | |
| High educated horned giants worshipping shallow luxuries | |
| Boiling with a vain intensity just staring at the cyclic visual feast | |
| Just standing now in the middle of a past | |
| Marble still in the dead zone | |
| The cemetery walking over me | |
| ... and I wonder | |
| Descending to visualization vault XYZ after an exquisite dinner | |
| Holographic sceneries despicting the All | |
| So many lives... | |
| Frames no more, captured by digital | |
| Invisible bonds... but still... such nice colors... | |
| Irregular digitalis begging for guidance in his strayed life | |
| A juggling feat for the eaters | |
| A struggling beat for the wired | |
| Are they stones or are they names | |
| Am I stoned or just ashamed | |
| Just a human with respect in his pockets | |
| Ready to share some with the face of the worthy | |
| Let the Grim be aware | |
| I won' t be reaped without guarantees | |
| I like my eggs boiled and that' s it |
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