Bloody Vultures - Lo!

Roaring pyre heights a blackened fume

Swaying to our breath like a serpent knows affection

A cracked veil on all who believe your freedom is now a subject of heresy

How dare you preach such scorn on different skin

It’s passed down through fear and inactive government

No sexuality should be questioned in election

Feed it to channel your rage and just journey on into the fire

Roaring pyre salts an open wound

Preying on itself like a serpent knows affection

A cracked veil to all who believe your freedom is now a chokehold on questioning

Cutting our throats

For the bait of bloody vultures

Bury our bones

Under laws of television

Smile

Hands on the wall

Fuck us right into submission

Eating our souls

Makes it ripe for the money

It never ends

This fear.

It never ends

Perfume of a lost carnation

Will trail through the air

Littering soft memories of despair

Not trampled by its overwhelming structure

Could you put a price on us?

Would it match the price on every head?

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Invest the noose