afraid to fall You said you would be able to crawl up You fold your words to dreams Nothing but an exaggeration of words you used to say From now on
was afraid to fall You said you would be able to crawl up You fold your words to dreams Nothing but an exaggeration of words you used to say From now on
hands washed in quicksilver the color the one that sets the rules sets the rules on fire I see it in your eyes I don't think I'll fit into your dream
your position position your defense Why don't you let me ask you is it mere coincidence Feeding speculators on a downhill gravy train Like vultures ripping
: He's at it again And he's gonna win Gonna take it for a hell ride anyway He's on your side Gonna throw you aside And let the vultures pick apart
dark dream, darlin', it's over The firebreather is beneath the clover Beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever A toothless hound-dog choking on
jealously The human heartstrings bend and break Vultures with human eyes Can you feel them circling? Prey on tender moments The failures of purest dream
shadow Death approaching The mournful presence of the unperceived causing him to feel my presence Open the lantern I saw the ray fall on the eye On
: The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne Gazing at us in despair Six hundred guests, humanity's best Are wondering why they are there All roads
watch the vultures circle through the pouring rain. Close your eyes - and try to remember discordant lullabies of days gone by. Close your eyes - on
s killing me We lost a dream We never had The world in silence Should forever feel alone 'Cause we are gone And we will never overcome It's over now Vultures
Born in England, religious raised A hazy dream the world to face Indifferent to joy and pain, no measuring Never ending games Ride, only ride on the
: Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now Crawl amidst the ruins of this Empty dream They're boredrs and boots on top of us, pullin' Knobs on
: Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now Crawl amidst the ruins of this Empty dream They're boredrs and boots on top of us, pullin' Knobs on the
is the liars son Pathetic old reasons A world in fear Man myth & magic Glory be unto ye The suffering won't ease On high within a dream A world of games
the abyss The demons of democracy teach from a manifesto of misery With the scars of the bible belt Upon my back I can see the death of the american dream On
' No fairytales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of Hell. lail and crack cells [Unverified] culture or the repercussion While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures
rain gear on Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms And on a dark cold night under full moonlight He flies into a fog like a vulture in the sky
