Vulture

I need a miracle to conquer this endeavor

The imagery of song to portray the routine of life

Maybe I'm neurotic or just wrong in general

Maybe I should concede and put out the fire

Can you feel roar festering desire in my thoughts?

I can promise you one thing;

I will haunt you till you die

I can promise you one thing;

I will hunt you till you die

In absence of your favor I would rather choose death

I'd prefer it would be executed only by you

No legacy,

Fall short of understanding

Maybe I should concede and put out the fire

I want you to bleed me of my misery

Drained bled dry;

Hung up for all to see