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 living paintings 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.

Feasting fools on a monstrous path
Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...

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...
Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric
Of this physical existence.

Billions of living paintings 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.

Feasting fools on a monstrous path
Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...

A misshapen mole in the face of decency.

Elegant jackets
Dragon-skin style;
Mandrake cigars
Fathering tiny storms
Of snobbism,
Fresh cemetery juice
And electro-nerves
Floating rubber things.
High-educated horned giants
Worshiping 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 depicting the All
So many lives...
Frames no more, captured by digital
Invisible bonds, but still such nice colors...
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.

Cybernetic fairies in loss of power
Crushed by the work-till-death project
Sick as wingless birds
Skewered on a numeric stake.


Lyrics submitted by Ionzorg

Feasting Fools song meanings
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    My InterpretationI believe that the "feasting fools" are leaders in our government. i believe the song refers our present time in history, our advancements in technology, and how our society is heading down hill

    "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."

    we can only take our advancements so far before they begin to destroy us. an easy example being nuclear missiles. or perhap with things like the patriot act researching peoples private buisness easier because of tech. people may get angry and revolt.

    the whole thing with the graveyard is respect for the past. "Just a human with respect in his pockets" the lyric " let the grim be aware i wont be reaped" states that the person walking in the graveyard will not submit to this new way of life and participat in the destruction and decadence of our world.



    kpop12on June 12, 2009   Link
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    General CommentI thought this song was about Brave New World (i'm reading the book) until the "Mandrake cigars", now I have no idea... The lyrics of unexpected tend to be very figuratively, so it's really hard to understand.
    jean100001on March 16, 2015   Link

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