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! (x 2)