Lyrics

Like vultures they circle Around his cold bed Laid out already, empty eyes, Waiting, praying The vultures pray for quiet, and forsake their own Scared of their inevitable silence Collapsed, fitted with blood Flooding towards Feeding what grows inside As he draws the last breath People wait, holding on their own Taking over from the inside Taking over, Growing older Spreading further, People wait for Taking over, Growing older Spreading further towards Turning ovеr, The end is closer; Thе reaper waits for the death rattle Shaking, waiting for, the needle prick When the demons come And carry you away When the demons come, to carry you away Forsaken, left to bleed Living life afraid Leaving life afraid Leaving life afraid Leaving life afraid Leaving life afraid