Vultures Never Eat In Peace Lyrics

"There is no feast without cruelty",

Said one vulture to another.

"If you're not here to make love, you had better leave my bedroom with your cold sweat and kitchen knife".

"There is no feast without cruelty"

"I don't have the stomach for surrender"

"Only cowards live forever"

From behind a mushroom cloud of menthol smoke, She had her Armageddon eyes on my dirty denim jeans. I thought I found religion in her thighs, but when I came to, I had a knife in my ribs

And with Pangs of remorse I bit down on the belt of pride and took another lashing from the shame bane.

(Trade masks. Exchange knives.)

I am disgusted with my condition.

I am Dorian Gray. I am the immoralist.

I demand love of the highest order and I drain those around me, leaving them with nothing.

I am superficial.

I am vain.

I am disdainfully capricious.

I corrupt.

"People allow themselves to be corrupted. We are all villains as well as victims"

Maybe, but then what?

Trade masks?

Exchange knives?

It's so easy to damage. My self portrait is a mugshot. Trade masks.

Exchange Knives.

No feast without cruelty.

If I pick my own bones clean, there will be none for which the rest can feed.

(There's still another vulture)

hunger pains consume all who seek the vulture's throne.

Strike when the iron is hot.

Know your exit.

History and I repeat ourselves, and I quote,

"I'll bring my two faces back together again. Even if I have to learn how to sew"

Trade masks.

Exchange knives.

No feast.

Cruelty.