C million vultures circling ‘round my head, mother may I whisper something that finally makes sense, that you didn't teach me; something ‘bout life and death, blind folded at the crossroads, below the totem crow I've been told to look out for.
Is this a sign? cm I blind to its meaning? Everything looks so deceiving.
c million vultures circling round my head.
c million vultures circling round my head.
Move through the shadows, Searching for its heart.
What's the lesson here?
Finding only scars.
c million vultures circling round my head.
c million vultures circling round my head.
Eye of horus appears to be teaching me, something that seems to be right in front of me. The sun is violently beating me. Beating me.
Move through the shadows, Searching for its heart.
What's the lesson here?
Finding only scars.
c million vultures circling round my head.
c million vultures circling round my head.
c million vultures circling round my head.
Move through the shadows, Searching for its heart.