Vultures - Power Trip

I went face to face with death and I escaped with my life

Returned from hell to see black vultures in the skies

They have familiar faces

And they sing familiar lies

They want what little I have left

They want to take me for my insides

These cowards prey on the wounded and the weak

When did this struggle to survive become so bleak?

Their instincts speak:

Feast on the flesh, take all you can, and leave nothing left

Bastard beasts of mindless indulgence

Have wrapped their claws of influence upon us

But if death refuses to ride

Than those god damn vultures won’t be taking me alive

I see their black wings overhead

They want to take me for all that I have

I see them circling around again

But they’ll never get me unless I am dead