Composer: Bob Maloskey, Drew Campbell, Christian Johnson
Lyrics
My brain's been in a haze for days
Like wax is flowing through my veins
I just can't concentrate
A sour taste I can't escape
Like someone walked across my grave
I wish I knew what's coming
I see terrible omens
There's vultures flying overhead
I see terrible omens
But something's got a hold on me
Can't stop the ringing in my ears
The witching hour is drawing near
If I only knew what's coming
I see terrible omens
There's vultures flying overhead
I see terrible omens
But something's got a hold on me
Vultures flying overhead
Vultures flying overhead
Vultures flying overhead
Vultures flying overhead
A stiffened chill across my face
As something ancient starts to wake
If I'd only known what's coming
What's coming
What's coming down