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Funeral For A Friend
vultures
Thereâ??s a point to makeThat sometimes goes unheard
Like the blood in your veins
You often forget
What we are is a species on the brink
Whoâ??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 shit
They feed us everyday
When thereâ??s one great idea amongst the rest
They try their best to put it back in its place
And the vultures swarm high above
Ready to feed of the last of us
So carve me up and hold me down
Iâ??m not done speaking my mind
They said it wouldnâ??t hurt one bit when they brought us to the brink
They said it wouldnâ??t hurt one bit
Extinction, itâ??s on our minds