Lyrics As the Vultures Circle - Those Who Lie Beneath

As the Vultures Circle

Knowing you are going to die
Is a hard thing accepted at first.
Laying in a pool of your own fucking blood
As the vultures circle over your fucking head…
With a bullet in your gut.
This is a slow and painful death.
Millions of things run through your mind.
Too many «what ifs?»
to count.
As I lay in a pool of a blood, I can’t help but think,
Will I be remembered?
The answer is;
probably not.
I try to make it to my feet to no prevail.
EVERYTHING IS GOING BLACK.
EVERYTHING IS GOING BLACK.
I think I have died only to wake up
As if this is some sort of sick fucking joke.
This is not a dream, still bleeding.
Still filled with all of this pain.
TRYING TO MOVE TO MY FEET, I DO NOT PREVAIL.
I watch as the vultures circle over my head.
Life blurs as I try to make things out.
Yelling will do me no good,
So I lay and wait for fucking death.
I watch as the vultures circle over my head.
Yelling will do me no good, so I lay and wait for death.
As I lay in a pool of blood, I can’t help but think,
Will I be remembered?
The answer is;
probably not.
I try to make it to my feet;
I do not prevail.
Life blurs as I try to make everything out.
Yelling will do me no fucking good,
So I lay and wait for death.
When I die, will I go anywhere?
Or am I doomed to sit and fucking rot?