Old pangs of guilt
Have got me feeling
These strange neuroses
That has left me reeling
The Circling Vultures
Surround my mind
And pick at its remains
That were left behind
The ground opens up
And swallows me whole
Engulfed by the darkness
I´m now black as coal
I scrub and scrub
But the stains won´t fade
And as long as I am alive
More marks will be made
