Vultures

I had a dream last night We were all convened at a church to meet and greet and atone for all our crimes We looked upon each other, found no truths, no resolution Wearing the faces of our youth, every blink was a tactic, every breath a war I have grown too tired for these petty pointless games But they are always playing with the same worn deck of cards Even in my dreams, we are not friends, we are vultures We picked through the remains of a million conversations Reciting our dead memories, regurgitating dialog We fed upon each other and found no peace, no satisfaction Sharpening beaks upon the pews, every offer a tactic, every truce a war I have grown too tired for these petty pointless games But they are always playing with same worn deck of cards Even in my dreams we are not friends, we are vultures I have grown too tired, we are not friends, we are vultures