Letra de Vultures (Live) - Northlane
Letra de canci�n de Vultures (Live) de Northlane lyrics
Set fire
To an icon
Set fire
To the lie
Set fire
Bid farewell
I�ll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there�s a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
My lungs are whitewashed
A million thoughts on the tip of my tongue
I can�t keep hiding
My guts in tight knots
Abandon who I�ve become
Or fight for what�s inside me?
Set fire
To an icon
Set fire
To the lie
Set fire
Bid farewell
I�ll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there�s a vulture waiting
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To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
It�s me against the world
I feel their claws sinking in
As the life spirals out from my inner self
Let the earth where I carved my name
Burn
Set fire
To an icon
Set fire
To the lie
Set fire
Bid farewell
I�ll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there�s a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
Where do I go
If every turn there�s a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
It�s me against the world
To an icon
Set fire
To the lie
Set fire
Bid farewell
I�ll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there�s a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
My lungs are whitewashed
A million thoughts on the tip of my tongue
I can�t keep hiding
My guts in tight knots
Abandon who I�ve become
Or fight for what�s inside me?
Set fire
To an icon
Set fire
To the lie
Set fire
Bid farewell
I�ll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there�s a vulture waiting
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/vultures--live--northlane.php
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
It�s me against the world
I feel their claws sinking in
As the life spirals out from my inner self
Let the earth where I carved my name
Burn
Set fire
To an icon
Set fire
To the lie
Set fire
Bid farewell
I�ll be a martyr to myself
Where do I go
If every turn there�s a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
Where do I go
If every turn there�s a vulture waiting
To pick at my bones
And bury me alive
It�s me against the world