Vulture

I need a miracle to conquer this endeavor

The imagery of song to portray the routine of life

Maybe I'm neurotic, or just wrong in general

Maybe I should concede and put out the fi-re

Can you feel this uproar?

Festering desire in my thoughts?

I can promise you one thing:

I will haunt you til you die

Can you feel this uproar?

Festering desire in my thoughts?

I can promise you one thing:

I will hunt you til you die

In absence of your favor I would rather choose death

Though I'd prefer it would be executed only by you

No legacy, fall short of understanding

Maybe I should concede and put out the fii-rrre

I want you to bleed me of my misery

Drained, bled dry; hung up for all to see