Vulture Culture

Our city's made out of coal Each with a light of its own To maim or heal With this torch How fragile and brittle our bones So I sail on my own So many roads that I must change from I know I was ashamed But you gave me your cloak On this road While others gathered stones Just to throw at my corpse And you followed me Up hills that I roamed Now I've grown But you're still chasing my ghost You're still chasing my ghost You were so quick to point Saying I knew They're saying you could be better It's not my fault You see me when you turn in your mirror My loss won't be your gain Made peace with my mistakes So I'll sail on my own So many roads that I must change from I know I was ashamed But you gave me your cloak On this road While others gathered stones Just to throw at my corpse And you followed me up hills That I roamed Now I've grown But you're still chasing my ghost You're still chasing my ghost But you're still chasing my ghost You're still chasing my ghost You're still chasing my ghost You're still chasing my ghost You're still chasing my ghost