Vultures With Clipped Wings
This is an end, so I'm starting again to return to form
I never found peace, but now I'm fighting a war
All the vicious and greedy left me blind and confused
My illusions so grand but my reality skewed
I tried to be what they wanted, a hollowed cut puppet
Lying to myself to carry on like I loved it
They use my effort to feed
They sleep while I bleed
I caught every vulture
I've clipped every wing
Starve, you won't feed on these dreams again
All the vicious and greedy, their collapse was deserved
With delusions so grand, this is what they have earned
