Feed on My Sorrow Songtext
von I Am The Liquor

Things have gotten no better
Riding high into the storm
Can you tell me, my brother
How we can make it through the night?
Look at all you have given
So much more they can take
If these words do mean nothing
How long until they wipe the slate?

Rain
Pour down on me
Cleanse me
Before I am gone
Rain
Pour down on me
Purify me down to the bone


Things have gotten no better
Left to turn the other cheek
With this lesson, you faltered
Once more, deep into the grave
One more breath that you′ve wasted
Ounce of truth unto the page
Cease no famine, no other
Until the hour is too late

Rain
Pour down on me
Cleanse me
Before I am gone
Rain
Pour down on me
Purify me down to the bone

Feed on my sorrow
Taste what's inside me
Feed on my sorrow
Only she sets me free
Feed on my sorrow
Take the trip, turn the key