Cruel Bloom

Voracious children and wolves Sharpen their teeth on our bones Carrion feeds the wretched Vacant eyes peer through the hole Beggars and thieves Bring down a common enemy While pawnshop kings and corner queens All hawk their souls for gold Lifelong victims pound and claw at the ground Searching for a way out of their skin Writhe in the cruel bloom Trying to find beauty In flesh torn from me Trying so hard not to lose you In cobwebs and empty hearts Lifelong victims pound and claw at the ground Searching for a way out of their skin Writhe in the cruel bloom Witness the ghostlike shades of ourselves Searching for any way out of our skin Writhe in the cruel bloom [Additional lyrics sung by Steve von Till that are not in the lyric booklet]: Harvest your own Suffer no fools they will not have their day Your broken wings drag us down into the shadows There´s no room for foul soil on this good earth