Vultures
Funeral For A Friend Lyrics
Vultures by Funeral For A Friend
There's a point to make
That sometimes goes unheard
Like the blood in your veins
You often forget
What we are is a species on the brink
Who'll be left to pick our bones clean
And the vultures swarm high above
Ready to feed of the last of us
Sacrificial lambs
Lead to the slaughter
We eat the sh*t
They feed us everyday
When there's one great idea amongst the rest
They try their best to put it back in it's place
And the vultures swarm high above
Ready to feed of the last of us
So carve me up and hold me down
I'm not done speaking my mind
They said it wouldn't hurt one bit when they brought us to the brink
They said it wouldn't hurt one bit
Extinction, it's on our minds
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