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• Artiste: Those Who Lie Beneath
• Titre: As The Vultures Circle
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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?