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 It's me against the world 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 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? It's me against the world It's me against the world

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 20, 2026