THE VULTURES (feat. Chris Grey)

Forever's in a casket
Eternal in the past tense
Your promises have decomposed
Cold shoulder
Grows colder

Whispers of a lie
That it's a matter of time
They're circling the sky
Waiting for my life
But she's forever mine
Mine

You can hold her
Touch her
The day I go six feet under
Taste her
Crave her
When all that remains
Is the vultures

I'll crawl my way
Out of the grave
You won't see the day
The day
That you'll ever hold her
Touch her
You can wait by my grave
With the

Loro piana in my coffin
Whole gang is rich
We all rebellion
You took a gamble
And you lost it
I'll ensure you're haunted
Don't care what the cost is
Dig up my grave bury the alter
Cold hearted baby girl
It's made of chrome
I see a vulture in the garden
With angel wings you harvest
Sadly you reap what you sow

You can hold her
Touch her
The day I go six feet under
Taste her
Crave her
When all that remains
Is the vultures

I'll crawl my way
Out of the grave
You won't see the day
The day
That you'll ever hold her
Touch her
You can wait by my grave
With the

Baby
Yeah you gon' have to wait
No, oh
You can wait by my grave
Wait by my grave
Oh, with the vultures
With the vultures
They're circling the sky
Waiting for my life
But she's forever mine
Mine