You are the thing that's feeding me, the one I crush
I leech upon your trust and the honesty of mankind
I distort word so that once you tought was real
Turned out to be lies and sadness gets revealed
I hide behind my papers, false names and paragraphs
I trade my spine for cash (spine for cash)
I circle areas, looking for those who have lost or fallen astray
I am a vulture
For how sweet is not the tragedy that though we believe
That trust will save us all
But instead it makes us too blinded to see
That you are a vulture
This is the last time one of your kind speaks to my kind
'Cause we believe in trust
And we will put you under the ground
For how sweet is not the tragedy that though we believe
That trust will save us all
But instead it makes us too blinded to see
That you are a vulture
