faces of vultures
Zack Schwartz, Corey Wichlin
The city has no culture since you left, I’m not sure how to cry
I feel like a thorn in your side with enemies I sympathize
But when you came around you fucked up my whole life
Riding in my car, floating, am I wrong?
It’s that, what you do
Don’t let me down like you’re supposed to (My friend)
I know the way out of this one
You can’t follow through
The faces of vultures eating the culture
No reason, we both can’t
No reason, we both can’t
No reason