The embodiment of opportunism takes flight
Keenly seeking to feast upon the weak
They feed upon my flesh
They revel in my failure
They tear me limb from limb
...But you've fooled no one
Your disguise transparent as the lies you tell
Uphold yourself as innocent, a saint, pristine,
But you've got blood on your hands
Surrounded by theives and liars, deceit
Forever haunted, these demons chase me
Try as I might when these vultures take flight I can't run
Who will save me from you fucking vultures?
All consuming
