There's a point to make
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That sometimes goes unheard
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Like the blood in your veins
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You often forget
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What we are is a species on the brink
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Who'll be left to pick our bones clean
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And the vultures swarm high above
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Ready to feed of the last of us
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Sacrificial lambs
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Lead to the slaughter
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We eat the shit
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They feed us everyday
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When there's one great idea amongst the rest
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They try their best to put it back in its place
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And the vultures swarm high above
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Ready to feed of the last of us
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So carve me up and hold me down
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I'm not done speaking my mind
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They said it wouldn't hurt one bit when they brought us to the brink
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They said it wouldn't hurt one bit
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Extinction, it's on our minds
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Vultures
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| Funeral For A Friend |
