The Vultures Feast

See the Vulture circling above
As the pigs are lead to the trough
We are engorging ourselves
We dance with ignorance and blind to the Feast
Toxic waste we stuff down our throats
Unaware that we are poisoning our souls
Giving in to lust and desire
Blindly accepting that we are stoking the fire

Underneath the cauldron
The Forrest burns and the sea is boiling
A feast prepared for the one forgotten
As we will act as our own unmaker
Plumes of smoke are filling the air
A banquet table set with despair
Toxic fumes from the lands we drain
The devil's menu, humanity's bane

Now there's no more time to change course
The table's set, too late for remorse
Long enough we prepared ourselves
We made our own marinade

Of filth and waste
All the pollution has softened the meat
Presented to the one who sits at the head
He takes one bite and we slide down his gullet

See the vulture circling above
As the pigs are lead to the trough
We are engorging ourselves
We dance with ignorance and blind to the feast
Toxic waste we stuff down our throats
Unaware that we are poisoning our souls
Giving in to lust and desire
Blindly accepting that we are stoking the fire

We have never had the right
To walk the earth with our heads held so high
We should be crawling in the mud
Choking on our own shit and blood

But now our sickness takes its toll
We have lost all control
Now we will reap what we have sown
As we prepare the vultures feast

See the vulture there on the ground
Ripping up flesh and swallowing bone
Feasting on the corpses of man
Gorging himself on his poisoned remains
We ourselves have created this meal
Made it from scratch with resources we steal
Needed no guidance, we knew all along
The Vultures Feast would be our funeral song