Time Of The Vultures
Cripple Bastards
Dedicated to you - hidden in a room full of mirrors
Lookin' at them just before goin' out at night...
Your father's dying - you're parasitizing in his new house
Fattening on his incomes,
Sleeping half a day like a vermin in a cesspool.
Faster, faster... please pass out ... expire ....
A dance of mellow tears:
Outwardly tragic - inwardly cold and calculating.
Born of an error, born to redeem a vicious sensation of guilt
By charming and living of the others.
Out of time, out of sight
Out of anything she would not like
A poisoned fix draining all yer hopes
A female vulture to devour all the havings you'll afford.
Her definitive aim
is to take more + more
To retire him in a slave's shell
Bending feelings under sword....
Time of the vultures!
Time of the vultures! (x 2)