Vultures - Rogue Half, Jake DiStefano

Crawl and climb through bones;

a vulture’s feast

Claw-marked backs, it’s so hard to breathe

Can I leave before I turn?

Scavenging for hate will make you strong

Be my affliction

Act a little bit crazed, and speak in tongues

A pathetic vision, just a patchwork tapestry of sways and slumps

Hiding among us

Can you feel their pain?

It licks up your spine, and into your mind;

the lust of preying on the weak

Vultures;

craving the abuse of hatred

I can feel their eyes burn a hole in the back of my skull

Fine;

I’ve made some mistakes, but I’ll reconcile with my shadows and my place

in life inside the hive, even though I know it’s burning me

Can we peacefully be allowed to leave before the last door slams shut?

Before the pain of blame and the vultures come for the last of us?

Be my affliction

Act a little bit crazed, and speak in tongues

A pathetic vision, just a patchwork tapestry of sways and slumps

Be the weight in me (keep my feet on the ground)

Teach me;

make me see (and pull my head from the clouds)

Be the weight in me (keep my feet on the ground)

Teach me;

make me see (and pull my head from the clouds)