Basking briefly in this overeating indulgence of insides But I fear he?s lower than before Though he's stronger than he looks He?s made of feathers
Cutting my flesh like surgical steel, breaking and crashing my dreams and my words. I bled with with no ending, I know there's no cure for the pain you
Walking with not a place to go, our eyes fixed before our feet. We're flowing towards the sound ouf our last breath. We are the children of this winter
Dust is all you left, I know you can't hold true, I know you were too weak. Showing smiles, judging on words, never living a real life, you burnt your
You wanted more than I could ever give, my blood was not enough, you let your ego consume our dream and the person I used to share it all with. Countless
we will realize one day we lost all of our dreams. The clouds of our shiny future already went black and everytime I saw your eyes and stood in silence I killed
You run your mouth, but no one is listening, we just don't fucking care. Too many times we've been waiting for answers or questions, too many times you
Say goodbye to all the words we used to live our life by and to all the vaulues that were just our world. I won't be crying after your memory, I won'
I'll see what's real! We'll keep on trying to see through all of your lies. Through all of your nonsense words. You can change the truth and try to sell
Values never last, people never last, you chose to walk another path, you chose to turn your back on me and now you're begging for my time. I still have
What will you chose to bring with you, when you'll be under those six feet of pain? All of your gaining now means nothing, was it worth a living, was
I had no heart enough. But now everything turned the way I always supposed to, everything changed and now it's your fault, not mine. You're the vulture
Intro
Howling breaks the silence Vultures and the spiders Footsteps on the roof And that's not nearly all Wolves are close behind us They're always breathing
doll squad's at the drive-in it's 1973 the fruit is full and fat this year on the orange trees which grow in clusters the city sixty miles away as the
it makes me proud Dedicated to perfection You're on the Butcher's bill I'm poerty in motion A vulture in the night Creating new stories When I kill
the cold breeze That gives me the stench Of blood not yet cold And torn dead flesh I raise my hammer of war To call my vulture Up high it flies from
Kill the lights we're loosing time We wont win this fight Until our hears collide We're either running away from nothing fast Falling down until we
