Turn Around

Every time I turn around, turn around
Feel the sky is burning down, burning down
All the vultures circling round, circling round
Every time I turn around, turn around
Every time I turn around, turn around
Feel the sky is burning down, burning down
All the vultures circling round, circling round
Every time I turn around, turn around

Seventeen I was still on the shoreside
Living clean never needed the fluoride
Feeling lean at eighteen when the Lord died
Let the fiend intercede when I bore pride
I just needed to bleed when I cut a vein
And cocaine smothers shame so I loved the pain
There was nothing for me but then luck came
And the dove came let the mud rain
Nature intercedes, let her enter me,
Like it's meant to be, sent to shed my needs,
While she spread her seeds and surrender concede,
Smothering me as I fall on my knees, blood on the leaves
shuddering pleading, and cutting me free,
Muttering love like a guttering flame, no-one to blame
there's mud in the rain as I flutter and feed

Every time I turn around, turn around
Feel the sky is burning down, burning down
All the vultures circling round, circling round
Every time I turn around, turn around
Every time I turn around, turn around
Feel the sky is burning down, burning down
All the vultures circling round, circling round
Every time I turn around, turn around

And every night I was aware my plight was craving
Feeling tighter in the air the lights were blazing
Every fire every scare my life erasing
Heavy mires everywhere never dared severed cares to break my chains
Now I'm looking everywhere to shake my pains
In every book and every tear I laid my shame
And every nook and cranny bears a painful flame
I wanted it back, burning me black,
Shaking my mane when it's caked with the scat,
Faking the rap, making me sound like I'm found on a plaque,
Sake of the name of the lord I attack,
Taking away all their faith just for that
Lake of the Kraken and cave of the bat,
Shaking the hate like the waste of the rats, back