The Feeders - The Seedy Seeds
The feeders feed on my every word
My syllables to sparks
To sparks
And chew and spit my purposes project
And fill their lungs with dreamer light
Don't you need to race
To be the first to the head
We feed the holes with our hands
The feeders fiend on my every word
My syllables do swell do swell
And they grow up and up and on up
And soon balloon accumulous
Don't you need to race
To be the first to the head
We feed the holes with our hands
Oh yeah yeah mine mine
Oh yeah you for mighty
Oh yeah yeah mine mine
Oh yeah you for mighty
Oh yeah yeah
This reminds me of something
Something we can do
Oh yeah you for mighty
Oh yeah yeah
This reminds me of something
Something we can have
Oh yeah you for mighty
Oh yeah yeah
This reminds me of the best thing
For the best thing we can do
Oh yeah you for mighty
Oh yeah yeah mine mine
Oh yeah you for mighty
Oh yeah
The feeders feed on my every word
My syllables are not enough
And chew and spit my projects project
And run on and run on
The feeders feed on to