Scavengers Of The Dead

Scavengers Of The Dead

They have seen you,
They're on the way.
If only you knew,
Something to say.

Pleasure from pain,
Your blood will pour.
Turn you insane,
Until you take no more.

Turning to the dark side,
Scavengers of the dead.
No rules to abide,
Thats what he said.

You have no life,
They want you to die.
Look for the knife,
And please dont cry.

Where is god now,
He ran away.
They're on the prowl,
Nothing to say.

No one will help,
Where did they go.
Even as you yelp,
They had said no.

By Fred Smith