The Scavengers

from Predatory Trails of The Spirit by Lockjaw

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We're lost.
The flies think that I'm already dead.
Inside this shell sometimes I am.
Where can I find fulfillment for my head?
It opened up and spilled out much to fast.
The scavengers wanna feed on me.
The scavengers wanna feed on me.
The vultures circling right on time.
The smell of blood is their only guide.
Take away yeah, take away.
Take away you scavengers.
Bang.
All the creatures are makiing their way.
No hunger strike, today's not the day.
They only want a piece of my bones.
No one will go unfed each to their own.
Go.
The scavengers wanna feed on me.
The scavengers wanna feed on me.
The vultures circling right on time.
The smell of blood is their only guide.
Take away yeah, take away.
Take away you scavengers.
I'm dieing in here. 4x
Please.
The vultures circling right on time.
The smell of blood is their only guide.
Take away yeah, take away.
Take away you scavengers.

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from Predatory Trails of The Spirit, released December 23, 2017

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