Vultures pick at my dead body
The Scavenger is above everybody
King of the dead with brittle bones
Yet another ghost with my head rotting
Might I be in Limbo, don't know
Looking for God, it's a no show
Mark of the devil on my skin
Know the dead are my only kin
Don't think I'm alive, I've been on autopilot off of these xans
I will only thrive when I'm in the army, killing's my plan
No one will survive my reign of terror blowing over the lands
At my time to die, I know I'll be buried with blood stained on my hands, bitch
White cells to red rooms
I can't even rest in my bedroom
The man with a Scythe and a hood will arrive in my dreams
I have no rescue
See countries fighting
Slaves enlightened
Gutted bison
Wild thriving
Mothers crying
Fathers dying
Children frightened
No one trying
Mushroom cloud block out the sun
Revaluation, our time has come
Cleanse the world of our putrid love and start from scratch like computer bugs
At the face of the change, Scavenger will lay
Motionless as thy corpse decay
No devil or God or no good or no evil
Nature is neutral and the only way