Vultures
Why,
Put up a fight,
When nothing that I say will ever matter?
I tried,
To be polite,
But that just got me nowhere.
Everything I say gets pushed aside,
How do you think you have the right
To tell me what to wear?
Say that I don't see the other side,
Is that what makes you justified,
Well I just don't care,
I just don't care.
Free me from these vultures,
They're feeding off my soul,
It's just a matter of time,
Before they realize,
Free me from these vultures,
They're feeding off my soul,
It's just a matter of time,
Before they realize I'm not dying,
I'm not dying.
Leave,
You're too hard to read
And I ain't gonna bother.
I'll take the lead,
You take your greed,
'Cause for me it ain't just about the dollar.
Something tells me eventually,
I ain't gonna have to worry
About this steady fight.
Maybe it'll be the death of me,
Maybe I'm writing my own tragedy,
But I won't compromise,
I won't compromise.
(Repeat)
I'd love to talk,
But got a ringing in my ears.
I'd love to talk,
But don't have time for smoke and mirrors.
I'd love to talk,
But maybe in a couple years,
Maybe not...
Free me from these vultures,
They're feeding off my soul,
It's just a matter of time, it's just a matter of time
Free me from these vultures,
They're feeding off my soul,
It's just a matter of time,
Before they realize I'm not dying,
I'm not dying,
Before they realize I'm not dying,
I'm not dying,
Before they realize I'm not dying.
Put up a fight,
When nothing that I say will ever matter?
I tried,
To be polite,
But that just got me nowhere.
Everything I say gets pushed aside,
How do you think you have the right
To tell me what to wear?
Say that I don't see the other side,
Is that what makes you justified,
Well I just don't care,
I just don't care.
Free me from these vultures,
They're feeding off my soul,
It's just a matter of time,
Before they realize,
Free me from these vultures,
They're feeding off my soul,
It's just a matter of time,
Before they realize I'm not dying,
I'm not dying.
Leave,
You're too hard to read
And I ain't gonna bother.
I'll take the lead,
You take your greed,
'Cause for me it ain't just about the dollar.
Something tells me eventually,
I ain't gonna have to worry
About this steady fight.
Maybe it'll be the death of me,
Maybe I'm writing my own tragedy,
But I won't compromise,
I won't compromise.
(Repeat)
I'd love to talk,
But got a ringing in my ears.
I'd love to talk,
But don't have time for smoke and mirrors.
I'd love to talk,
But maybe in a couple years,
Maybe not...
Free me from these vultures,
They're feeding off my soul,
It's just a matter of time, it's just a matter of time
Free me from these vultures,
They're feeding off my soul,
It's just a matter of time,
Before they realize I'm not dying,
I'm not dying,
Before they realize I'm not dying,
I'm not dying,
Before they realize I'm not dying.
Credits
Writer(s): Brett A. Hite, Tess Henley
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