From the album Cataclysms And Beginnings
Lyrics
Vultures circle, for the feast,
To the desert, where survival is bleak,
left to suffer, left to rot,
no reason left to give a shit or a thought.
Burned, the skin,
so bad, it bleeds,
my eyes, just scabs,
unable to see.
My mouth, so dry,
of sand it seethes.
My soul, yearns death,
survival succeeds.
Death laughs,
Mercilessly,
Torments,
Unconditionally,
Life drained,
Agonizingly,
Exiled,
To die
Strength, has gone,
no will to live.
My body, to feed,
the buzzards of filth.
To die, slowly,
one bite at a time,
Relieved, to leave,
this body behind
The sand,
the sword,
that cuts,
the knees.
Exiled to death,
Attrition,
the means
Exposed,
to elements
Temperatures,
extreme
A carcass,
what's left
No longer, a being