Colonial

They have come to feed
Come to take you away like robbers of the grave
Don’t speak
Be still little lover
Don’t you fret
Cause' our burning eyes
We see right through your disguise
Claim what you want to, forget what you will
You don’t always get to consume what you kill
There are rabid deceivers waiting patiently to colonize this decrepit falling
kingdom of dust
Burning eyes, we see right through your disguise
Claim what you want to, forget what you will
You don’t always get to consume what you kill
They have come to feed
Com to take you away like robbers of th grave
Don’t speak
Be still little lover
Don’t you fret a thing
They have come to feed
Come to take you away like robbers of the grave
Don’t speak
Be still little lover
Don’t you fret a thing
Burning eyes, we see right through your disguise
Claim what you want to, forget what you will
You don’t always get to consume what you kill
Burning eyes
Consume what we kill
Burning eyes
Consume what we kill