Vultures

It’s all about the basking in the perfect calm

The storm is finally passing – You can’t admit you’re wrong

We all have our silent unspeakable memories

That we do not choose to share but with a few

Today’s inspiration comes from you

I feel the discontent - But it’s about to end

Open up a vein and bleed - This mourning of a friend

It’s all about the basking – In the perfect calm

The storm is finally passing – You can’t admit you’re wrong

Digital girl with an analogue heart

Vultures are waiting to tear us apart

Times like this I remember when

It’s easier to forgive an enemy than a friend

I feel the disconnect – They’ll be no going back

The art is obvious - The silence is a stab

It’s all about the basking – In the perfect calm

The storm is finally passing – You can’t admit you’re wrong

Digital girl with an analogue heart

Vultures are waiting to tear us apart

Times like this I remember when

It’s easier to forgive an enemy than a friend

The line is thin and red

Between the love and hate

The Sky is far and wide

To London from LA

Where there’s a carcass there’s a vulture

Picking bones of flesh and minds

The devils drawing in the details

Where friendships go to die

It’s all about the basking – In the perfect calm

The storm is finally passing – You can’t admit you’re wrong

Digital girl with an analogue heart

Vultures are waiting to tear us apart

Times like this I remember when

It’s easier to forgive an enemy than a friend

Where there’s an artist there’s a vulture

In the picture is the proof

Art of illusion is ironic

The art of friendship is the truth

Your pretty picture’s lie – Your pretty pictures hide

Nobody knows the real vulture who lives deep inside of you