Damned, these vultures With glistening eyes Menacly roving The dreams and the pain And your worn out name Something has gone wrong And it chafes me And enslaves me No matter what This is not going to change me I find myself somewhere Lying naked in the wildwoods Along an everflowing stream With all of my warm desires And my cold nostalgic dreams And when they stay I'll live through A thousand deaths If my head was silent And if my eyes were closed The visions of reality wouldn't speak With such a vile, relentless voice But I have figured out the decline So the damage is done What I saw, would not be But the things I hide is all I see
