No Consequence Inevitable Silence
Like vultures they circle
Around his cold bed
Laid out already, empty eyes, Waiting, praying
The vultures pray for quiet, and forsake their own
Scared of their inevitable silence
Collapsed, fitted with blood
Flooding towards
Feeding what grows inside
As he draws the last breath
People wait, holding on their own
Taking over from the inside
Taking over, Growing older
Spreading further, People wait for
Taking over, Growing older
Spreading further towards
Turning ovеr, The end is closer;
Thе reaper waits for the death rattle
Shaking, waiting for, the needle prick
When the demons come
And carry you away
When the demons come, to carry you away
Forsaken, left to bleed
Living life afraid
Leaving life afraid
Leaving life afraid
Leaving life afraid
Leaving life afraid
