They're always circling
Always on the tale of life
Never seem to see the light
When the vultures do take flight
Pick and pry away
What they need that day
Leave nothing behind
No reason to reprimand
This is how they operate
Never willing to share their plate
Even bones don't get a chance to rest
Vultures have no time for the dead
Twist and break away
Bone and sinew leave decay
Earth stained red with blood
Never altered by the flood
Could you not have left me with what is
Mine