18 Miles
Vulture
Vulture, drawing circles above my head
Waiting for me to weaken to peck the flesh off my bones
Vulture, I feel the wind from it's wings
I try to keep up straight but my head starts to swing
Vulture, I'm bluffing I'm not losing strength
But my trembling knees refuse to play the game
Vulture, take me under your wing
Peck the flesh off my bones, give me your feathers for my skin

Vulture, have your ways with me
Trade your feathers for my skin