Tarpit
The Scavenging
Like a pack of vultures you fly in flocks Tear this apart and let it fucking rot We're slowly dying; so take your last breath And in come the vultures to finish the death There's no revival, there's no excuse These decaying remains stem from your abuse When there's nothing left, and there's no one to blame, Just put up a cross and fly Vultures The scavenging
From Letras Mania