In circles swarm the vultures.
Hallelujah and amen.
But I know a million words
won't make a difference,
to the ones called living dead.
In circles swarm the vultures.
I see cain in your eyes again.
Hallelujah and amen,
without a reason to exist.
Hallelujah and amen.
Breed infamy, devour, bow down,
until the stars are all burned out.
Breed infamy, devour, bow down.
At the bottom of this bottle I'm singing.
Bow down.
I'll see you at the gallows,
on the day that I'm set free,
or could you love,
this machine that I am?
This world ain't a place for one like me.
I'll stand right here,
admit defeat a thousand times.
It's so hard to be sincere,
when I'm barely alive,
but I'll let you lead me to my grave,
If it finally means I sleep tonight.
All hail the generation
of cadaverous design.
No last man standing
in the shadow.
She's found another back
to sink her knife,
and I just hope to god it's mine.
She's found another back
to sink her knife.
In circles swarm the vultures.
What a damn shame
that suicide ain't in,
cause' I'd much rather be dead.
I'd much rather be dead,
than left without any love to give.
There's nothing left. I'll let in. I'll let it in.
Alone. Alone.
Cast every stone down on me.
Alone. Alone.
It's hard to hear you when I'm sinking.
Failure. Failure.
Cause' I was never born to be a lover.
Failure. Failure,
and I won't stop til' I pull them under.