They're carving a circle
All fins and teeth
Their eyes on the living

Sites set beneath
They swiftly attack
Pulling and tearing with

Sharp words of "concern"
From blue into black
The skin you are wearing

Removed with each turn

They smell blood in the water

There's death in the air

They're racing in circles

So high overhead
Slow dragging their shadows
Through fields of the dead

In tandem they dive
Slashing and pulling from
The sick and the weak

Barely alive
And dragging your carcass
You curse through your teeth


They smell blood in the water
There's death in the air


Hands bitten
Hard written

They listen for signs
Not hidden
Greed-smitten

Eyes quicken
To see the end


Buried before you are dead
Broken by those you have fed
Ashamed of the ones you have bred

Who bathe the wealth you have bled

They swiftly attack

Pulling and tearing with
Sharp words of "concern"
From blue into black

The skin you are wearing
Removed with each turn


Blood in, blood in...
Death in the air...
Death in, death in the air...


There's blood in the water
There's death in the air


Hands bitten
Hard written

They listen for signs
Not hidden
Greed-smitten

Eyes quicken
To see the end


Buried before you are dead
Broken by those you have fed
Ashamed of the ones you have bred

Who bathe the wealth you have bled