Vultures Songtext
von A Dead Silence

Cast down the carcass for all to feed
A tale of lustful pride
Envision a world without greed

The vultures are descending upon this pale corpse
Forever deprecating
The waste is all but sparse
Crooked claws and their bent necks cannot hide their Intent
Scavengers Devouring Flesh
A life innate and not self taught

They will always search for something
Gnawing on innocence
They will leave us suffocating
Witness deliverance

Constantly clawing through the dull refuse of a dying age
Eyes fixated on plastic suckling at the meaningless façade


Vultures
Just a taste of this era′s sin
Scratching, biting and unravelling
The primal nature and the discontent
Its observation there's no room to lament

A vulture is a bottom feeder at best
It is a form that I rather detest
These vultures feed on gullible and meek
Tearing skin from the body of the wretched and the weak
These vultures feed on gullible and meek
Tearing skin from the body of the wretched and the weak
It′s sickening

The weak do nothing to uplift themselves
Succumbing to life laced without rationale

Constantly clawing through the dull refuse of a dying age
Eyes fixated on plastic suckling at the meaningless
Constantly clawing through the dull refuse of a dying age
Eyes fixated on plastic suckling at the meaningless façade

The vultures existing, feed on the fat
The wretched exist now, nothing but biting gnats