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The screaming vultures blotting out the sky

Their endless circling, I see the shadows waning long

waiting for me to die

A rotting wasteland as far as the eye can see

A burned out world looming ahead of me

My isolation bearing down on me

My paranoia all thats left of me

I’m all thats left of a broken world

Burned and destroyed, crippled and curled

Nothing left of a burning son

Waiting for the end to come

Nothing left of a burning son

Waiting for the end to come