Northlane – Vultures
Set fire
To an icon
Set fire
To the lie
Set fire
Bid farewell
I’ll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there’s a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
My lungs are whitewashed
A million thoughts on the tip of my tongue
I can’t keep hiding
My guts in tight knots
Abandon who I’ve become,
Or fight for what’s inside me?
Set fire
To an icon
Set fire
To the lie
Set fire
Bid farewell
I’ll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there’s a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
It’s me against the world
I feel their claws sinking in
As the life spirals out from my inner self
Let the earth where I carved my name
Burn
Set fire
To an icon
Set fire
To the lie
Set fire
Bid farewell
I’ll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there’s a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
Where do I go
If every turn there’s a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
It’s me against the world
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