Lyric The Feeder

I feel your fame
Fill your pocket
And I ve tried to hock it
I fly the friendly skies
Meeting strangers
And my hands pass through many
You will believe
I won t deceive you
Too late cause it s a joke
For you ve got the neck of an angel
feel my hands as they choke
Come on down
Gather round
I m your healer
Come on down
Now you re down
With the feeder
I ve made the pitch
And you the purchase
Now who do you worship
And I ll be your whore
I ll go down, maybe
Just give me a chance
I will sell you lies
And you will thank me
too late you ve paid my bills
I crawl with flies
move ahead
and to a million people I ve lied
Come on down
Gather round
I m your healer
Come on down
Now you re down
With the feeder