I try to do right, Just for the night. Maybe tomorrow, I'll be all right. I stumble and fall. You say what you must. I tried my best. You mock me like the rest. It's not easy ya' know. This life is hard. If it were a game, I wouldn't have the cards. You pick me apart. Your critical lenses. You don't have a heart. Clearly it's bended. A vulture with wings. It feeds on me. It tears my flesh. It destroys my things. Poke, poke, poke. Right at my wounds. Pick, pick, pick. I can't seem to heal. Rip, rip, rip. You see me for all that I am now. Rip, rip, rip. That's how I feel. In the world of the sky. Im a bottom feeder. Stuck to the ground, Unable to fly. But you feed off of me. The vultures in sight. The gnawing of flesh. Withers me tonight. This is my hell. A confined space. Defined by the vultures of this place.