Vultures (feat. Matthew Daly)

Mendacious and deceitful whispers Echo through the leaves of the pitch black forest Blind acceptance by the ravenous horde In pursuit of the helpless soul The heinous shrieks pull the canopy closed An occlusion of light leaving horror down below The deafening roar of falsity Leaves the creature to howl in pain Vines shoot out From the growth Wrap themselves Around its legs Drawn along the forest floor Hitting every rock and stump in the path Covering the skin in bruises and lacerations Rust turns to dust Dragged through the mud Crushed by the abyss Left to reconstruct It's all your fault You did all this to yourself You should be ashamed But what the fuck have I done wrong Rust turns to dust Dragged through the mud Crushed by the abyss Left with no answer What have I done to deserve this Torn into pieces by the malicious woodland The forest consumes yet another victim By leading all of its disciples astray Obsessed with its own fabricated destiny Like minions to a master The vultures circle the prey Taking the word as gospel Not thinking for themselves No questioning the deceit No reservation Blind acceptance Fuck Blind acceptance