The Vultures Feast

See the Vulture circling above As the pigs are lead to the trough We are engorging ourselves We dance with ignorance and blind to the Feast Toxic waste we stuff down our throats Unaware that we are poisoning our souls Giving in to lust and desire Blindly accepting that we are stoking the fire Underneath the cauldron The Forrest burns and the sea is boiling A feast prepared for the one forgotten As we will act as our own unmaker Plumes of smoke are filling the air A banquet table set with despair Toxic fumes from the lands we drain The devil's menu, humanity's bane Now there's no more time to change course The table's set, too late for remorse Long enough we prepared ourselves We made our own marinade Of filth and waste All the pollution has softened the meat Presented to the one who sits at the head He takes one bite and we slide down his gullet See the vulture circling above As the pigs are lead to the trough We are engorging ourselves We dance with ignorance and blind to the feast Toxic waste we stuff down our throats Unaware that we are poisoning our souls Giving in to lust and desire Blindly accepting that we are stoking the fire We have never had the right To walk the earth with our heads held so high We should be crawling in the mud Choking on our own shit and blood But now our sickness takes its toll We have lost all control Now we will reap what we have sown As we prepare the vultures feast See the vulture there on the ground Ripping up flesh and swallowing bone Feasting on the corpses of man Gorging himself on his poisoned remains We ourselves have created this meal Made it from scratch with resources we steal Needed no guidance, we knew all along The Vultures Feast would be our funeral song