The Scavenging Testo

Like a pack of vultures you fly in flocks
Tear this apart and let it fucking rot
We're slowly dying; so take your last breath
And in come the vultures to finish the death

There's no revival, there's no excuse
These decaying remains stem from your abuse
When there's nothing left, and there's no one to blame,
Just put up a cross and fly
Vultures
The scavenging