Time Of The Vultures

Dedicated to YOU - hidden in a room full of mirrors lookin' at them just before goin' out at night.......... Your father's dying - you're parasitizing in his new house fattening on his incomes, sleeping half a day like a vermin in a cesspool. Faster, faster... please pass out ... expire .... A dance of mellow tears: outwardly tragic - inwardly cold and calculating. Born of an error, born to redeem a vicious sensation of guilt by charming and living of the others. OUT OF TIME, OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF ANYTHING SHE WOULD NOT LIKE A POISONED FIX DRAINING ALL YER HOPES A FEMALE VULTURE TO DEVOUR ALL THE HAVINGS YOU'LL AFFORD. Her definitive aim & is to take more + more & to retire him in a slave's shell & bending feelings under sword.... & TIME OF THE VULTURES! TIME OF THE VULTURES! [x2]