Throbbing; The vast deceiver Crushing; bone and skin to the ground Where would it head me? Fresh, yet rotten to the core Howling; heresy to the end Tribe and unit; one of a kind Searching; but nowhere to find Does that make sense to you? One watching the other die Simple, cold and awaiting Was it what I wanted? A peaceful mind Vulture - may I take your shape? Vulture - tell me of my fate Vulture - your kingdom come