Vultures

We all know a kind of people Who are so unreal and make you sick Vultures they are, roaming at night Void in the inside Why do you speak if you don't know to listen? How do you dare to speak of me? Vultures circle up above This is the end The end You wait for death to happen You looked up for the weak You fucking ignorant you now are dead to me Shut the f*ck up This is the end The end