Vulture Chains

Channels creep, true life Grew up with a Cyrus, like it's louder than a dream Grab the thoughts, grab the fire thoughts, don't rest Put the fear to the test No heroes in this song Just survivors with scars Chasin' ghosts in the fog, it's in the fog Undeflickin' when it's night Drill deep, feel the bass hit, like a slug to the chest Grab the fire thoughts, thoughts don't rest Put the fear to the test Street gold etched in my veins Violence, my pain, violence, my cultivation And this war is also symphony Survivors to grace Perinore in my shadow Every glance into my shadow, could be the gallows Lost my thought to a set of betrayals Bitter sting, now I chamber the round Let the vengeance ring pockets full of regret But the clip stays loaded now I chamber the round Let the vengeance ring pockets full of regret But the clip stays loaded whispers of the fallen Keep my stable corroded, we trapped in the trenches Walls from deceased, feast on the chaos Release the beast, eyes on the hauntings, memories like shrapnel Each bar is a grenade, pull the pin, watch it unravel No glory in the grind, just a cycle of spite From cradle to casket, we fight through the night Drill deep, feel the bass hit, like a slug to the chest Grab the fire thoughts thoughts don't rest But the fear street cold edge to my veins Dialects my confession, from the block to the booth This is war, oh we died, oh we died, no middle ground In the fray, ate away, sliding high, hands cut in the rim Tails from the gutter where the weed get erased And this war is also symphony survivors to grace What's the cost of this crown? Fortune, fire, and loss Echoes of the innocent Paying the boss, one wrong turn And the reaper collects his due In the art of the drill Do I even break through? Feeling the weight, but I can't turn back now Now we press on Through the storm somehow Final hour approaching Adrenaline surges Planting incense from the urges Bullets dance in the dark, like a twisted ballet Leave them slumped in alley fade away I pay these confessions for the souls left behind Twisted fate to twine, peace on the fight From the chat town with us to the rain Driving us insane We ain't monsters by choice, just products up the cage Three or we blade, turn the page Drill deep, feel the bass hit, like a slug to the chest Defying thoughts, no rest Three cold-edged in my brain violence my confession We ride or we die though we die No ground in the frame, hate awaits Sliding high hats, cutting grim tales When we gonna cut or whether we get erased In this world's warzone symphony, survivors to grace Fading hot Drill forever, echoes in the fall Blocks bleed eternal Noise In this world's warzone symphony, survivors to grace