Immolation - Broken Prey

Converging on us
With blood-soaked greed
Scouring the wastelands
On suffering they feed

The scent of death
Draws them near
The leeches take hold
Pick our bones clean

Scavengers
In a sea of human wreckage
Unfortunate souls
Left victim to the plight of man

As the tyranny of man is unleashed upon us all
We're cast into its dismal aftermath
A symptom of our gradual decline
Devouring all these broken lives have left

Beaten and ravaged they lay
The vultures circle their prey
Descending through smoke filled fires
The vulnerable will not survive

Revel in misery
To bleed us dry
The vermin strike at will
Swift in their attack