Crowning The Cycle (Vulture Industries)

Now listen man: There's no good to be found in this mire The muck's just deeper and the further you dig The more it sticks to your soul and skin Slowly settling the taint within When all is said We'll be amongst the practical dead Cut off from the way ahead Picked as the world colludes To see the circle conclude Now listen man: There's just filth to be found in this mire The more you struggle, the faster you sink So abandon your search If you're stuck in hell You're worse off if know it was well When all is said All blood is bled We'll be amongst the practical dead Cut off from the way ahead A broken, battered brood Casualties of the general mood Picked as the world colludes To see the circle conclude Hear the mob calls my name To quench its bloodlust again One final glorious act To end this dismal, this dismal sinister pact Our sentence, the crowning of the cycle, our final closure Our sentence, the crowning of the cycle One final time to stand before the howling hundreds Blood surging like thunder, our final closure