Paroles de Vultures

One final descent The emptiness it portrays Long views into nothingness It's where you go to die Where we're not found The torment of isolation Vast landscapes, parches your throat Dust kicked up from the ground Only the storm ridden sky Controls the glaring heat of the sun Soon it will break Much like your spirit at hand Where the desert owns your moral Facing the vultures, that circle overhead Give up. Give in.