F.I.V.E. Songtext
von Beriedir

I want you to see
This civil empathy
Misanthropic in its nature
And still we let it stick upon our skin
Ever so, so pleased by its symmetry
We go on and on
′Till we find our place below the stream

Five ill vultures
Now entombed
They fly over me
Yet they fall


Vibrate out of synchrony
Venom rushing, flowing, raising
The fool's entropy
Restless talon
Clutching nothing but the remnants
Of what I am
Adrift by now

Five ill vultures
Now entombed
They fly over me
Yet they fall

First of them all derision came (derision)
And the callous serpents followed next
In the midst of illness found my nest (illness)
Grief and fear of self I put to rest
Then freedom

Five ill vultures
Now entombed
They fly over me
Yet they fall