Vultures

I went face to face with death and i escaped with my life
Returned from hell to see black vultures in the skies
They have familiar faces, and they sing familiar lies
They want what little i have left, they want to take me for my insides
These cowards prey on the wounded and the weak
When did this struggle to survive become so bleak? their instincts speak feast on the flesh, take all you can and leave nothing left Bastard beasts of mindless indulgence have wrapped their claws of influence upon us
But if death refuses to ride than those god damn vultures won't be taking me alive
I see their black wings overhead. they want to take me for all that i have
I see them circling around again. but they'll never get me unless i am dead