There's a point to make

That sometimes goes unheard

Like the blood in your veins

You often forget



What we are is a species on the brink

Who'll be left to pick our bones clean



And the vultures swarm high above

Ready to feed of the last of us



Sacrificial lambs

Lead to the slaughter

We eat the shit

They feed us everyday



When there's one great idea amongst the rest

They try their best to put it back in it's place



And the vultures swarm high above

Ready to feed of the last of us

So carve me up and hold me down

I'm not done speaking my mind



They said it wouldn't hurt one bit when they brought us to the brink

They said it wouldn't hurt one bit

Extinction, it's on our minds