Vulture

My mind is circling like a vulture over a carcass- it's making me sick
Tearing at the flesh, picking at the bone
The past is dead but I can taste it

Enough, enough
Can I let sleeping corpses lie?
Can I let my favorite demon die?
Can I kiss you goodbye?

Time has sealed the curse into my skin, carving out ravines of gin and nicotine
Tearing at the flesh, picking at the bone
I'm already dead- i can feel it

Enough. enough
Can I let sleeping corpses lie?
Can I let my favorite demon die?
Can I kiss you goodbye?