Vultures from IV by Starving Millions

They come, they go, they don't care about you
They take, what they need, when they got it they fucking leave
Starved hyenas and vultures circling
Scavengers, they're vultures circling
They feed on you, bleed you dry to further themselves
The bite, consume, left weak, broken and frail
The maggots, here to clean you're bones
A spreading sickness, a contagion, cancer lesions destroy a healthy host
The bottom feeders will stop at nothing, pulsating maggots feeding on the masses
A spreading sickness, a contagion, cancer lesions destroy a healthy host
They're the vultures, they're all vultures
Circle in the sun, they taste death and flock
They're the vultures, they're all vultures
Gathering around to see your breathing stop

• Punk
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• post-hardcore
• punk hardcore
• Wellington