Vultures کے بول

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