Those Who Lie Beneath As The Vultures Circle
Knowing you are going to die
Is a hard thing accepted at first
Laying in a pool of your own f..cking blood
As the vultures circle over your f..cking head
With a bullet in your gut
This is a slow and painful death
Millions of things run through your mind
Too many "what ifs" to count
As I lay in a pool of a blood I can't help but think
Will I be remembered The answer is probably not
I try to make it to my feet to no prevail
EVERYTHING IS GOING BLACK.
EVERYTHING IS GOING BLACK.
I think I have died only to wake up
as if this is some sort of sick f..cking joke
This is not a dream still bleeding
Still filled with all of this pain
TRYING TO MOVE TO MY FEET I DO NOT PREVAIL
I watch as the vultures circle over my head.
Life blurs as I try to make things out Yelling will Do me no good
So I lay and wait for f..cking death.
I watch as the vultures circle over my head
Yelling will do me no good so I lay and wait for death
As I lay in a pool of blood I can't help but think
Will I be remembered The answer is probably not
I try to make it to my feet I do not prevail
Life blurs as I try to make everything out
Yelling will do me no f..cking good
So I lay and wait for death
When I die, will I go anywhere?
Or am I doomed to sit and f..cking rot?
