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 shit they feed us everyday
when there’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 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