Vultures in my dying bed

Negative, negative
So what you're trying to say?
Supposed to get past your
Sour-hollow mind anyway

As inertia creeps, the hypocritical weeps
Someone's (for)got to tell you
It's the climb, no matter the fall
Dehydrate, loosen the uptight grin
And it's hurting my sight… soaking my lungs!

A spiral of pain and freedom
What I give to you…
For all the vultures at my dying bed

Uh, is the sky caving in already?
Ok, breathe, keep steady!
Damned lightbulb's flashing again
but the flies already departed
Another crazed wanderer
lost amidst all this eerie void

All you Pretenders to the Bone
Spent life believing an essential lie
Without even ever questioning…why?
Welcome, please take a ride in my world.
Kiss the comatose, pave the delirium
All set now, embrace the disease.