Vultures

With every sin i make it is tattooed upon my soul. In every mistake I make I dig a inch deeper into my grave. It's harder starting again, like I have before.

With thousands of vultures flying over me, watching every move I make, waiting for a fatal mistake. They close in, taunting me. I'm getting back, what I set up for.

With each pain (It comes in waves) felt it traps me inside a box for the world to see and laugh at, with a sing taped on saying its a free for all. Its harder starting over, like I have before.

With thousands of vultures flying over me, watching every move I make, waiting for a fatal mistake. They close in, taunting me. I'm getting back, what I set up for.

Father, father, why have you forsaken me. I kneel down on my knees, pleading for a sign. You are not alone, you are not alone.

With thousands of vultures flying over me, watching every move I make, waiting for a fatal mistake. They close in, taunting me. I'm getting back, what I set up for.

I'm getting back, what I set up for (x3)





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