Vultures (Feat. Matthew Daly)

Mendacious and deceitful whispers
Echo through the leaves of the pitch black forest
Blind acceptance by the ravenous horde
In pursuit of the helpless soul
The heinous shrieks pull the canopy closed
An occlusion of light leaving horror down below
The deafening roar of falsity
Leaves the creature to howl in pain

Vines shoot out
From the growth
Wrap themselves
Around its legs
Drawn along the forest floor
Hitting every rock and stump in the path
Covering the skin in bruises and lacerations

Rust turns to dust
Dragged through the mud
Crushed by the abyss
Left to reconstruct

It's all your fault
You did all this to yourself
You should be ashamed
But what the fuck have I done wrong

Rust turns to dust
Dragged through the mud
Crushed by the abyss
Left with no answer
What have I done to deserve this

Torn into pieces by the malicious woodland
The forest consumes yet another victim
By leading all of its disciples astray
Obsessed with its own fabricated destiny

Like minions to a master
The vultures circle the prey
Taking the word as gospel
Not thinking for themselves
No questioning the deceit
No reservation
Blind acceptance
Fuck
Blind acceptance