No Soul Left Over

Hey, Mr. Vulture, have you come for the others?
Yeah, everyone’s waiting, and they’re just jokers.
They don’t know your plan to deceive them.
They don’t know about how you want to condemn them.
But I guess it doesn’t matter to those guys other there.
I should probably tell them to go and prepare, and beware.
Someone needs to help them look at signs.
But the guys forgot how to read, so they sit on the sidelines,
And the girls are too busy worrying ’bout there waistlines.
Creepin’ up on ya like serpent in a cave.
You better watch until he sends ya to your grave.
Don’t stand up to it like you thinkin’ you brave.
And it’ll be gettin’ pretty hot in the hole of yours.
Lookin’ around seein’ too many doors.
Standin’ in the middle, on the blazing core.
Death is the only thing left for you now.
That’s the only thing that God will allow.
Sorry, brotha, but there ain’t nothin’ I can endow.