Vultures Songtext
von Folly and the Hunter

This disease in a weakened heart made a nest
What I want from this bottled poison is some rest from this mess


In a dream I was hit so hard that I woke up
In a room beside the empty shell of beauty
That let me down the time before

All these fools keeping score/ settled deep in my pores
Reaching out to the sky as the bass dulls my mind
I give up, I repent, my money is spent
I am rotting to the core
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