They're carving a circle, all fins and teeth Their eyes on the living, sites set beneath They swiftly attack, pulling and tearing with sharp words of "concern" In blue and in black, the skin you are wearing removed with each turn They smell blood in the water…there's death in the air
They're racing in circles so high overhead Slow-dragging their shadows through fields of the dead In tandem they dive, slashing and pulling from the sick and the weak Barely alive and dragging your carcass, you curse through your teeth They smell blood in the water…there's death in the air
Hands bitten, hard written, they listen for signs of life Not hidden, greed-smitten, eyes quicken to see the end Buried before you are dead Broken by those you have fed Ashamed of the ones you have bred Who bathe in the wealth you have bled
They swiftly attack, pulling and tearing With sharp words of "concern" In blue and in black, the skin you are wearing Removed with each turn Blood in, blood in the water, water There's death in, death in the air
Hands bitten, hard written, they listen for signs of life Not hidden, greed-smitten, eyes quicken to see the end Buried before you are dead Broken by those you have fed Ashamed of the ones you have bred Who bathe in the wealth you have bled