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