| Song | Vultures |
| Artist | Vaults |
| Album | Vultures – EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hung in a blinding light | |
| Held in a bit to gaze, feeling the crowd melt away | |
| Up in the desert air | |
| Miles above the world, and the daggers that it holds | |
| CHORUS: | |
| We’ll stand and not depart | |
| Vultures are circling our hearts | |
| They’ll leave just skin and bones | |
| Vultures shall tear us apart | |
| Jealousy, it creeps | |
| Poisoning our words, leaving a bitter taste on our | |
| Lips, tongues and teeth | |
| Like a field with dust, it takes the sweetness from our hearts | |
| And if you’re cut but there’s no blood, no blood | |
| But it hurts, then it’s true love, true | |
| We’ll hide it in a prinzide | |
| Held under lock and key, feelin’ the hours tick away | |
| Up in the atmosphere | |
| A feeling blood’ll boil, letting our bodies drift away | |
| CHORUS: | |
| We’ll stand and not depart | |
| Vultures are circling our hearts | |
| They’ll leave just skin and bones | |
| Vultures shall tear us apart | |
| And if you’re cut but there’s no blood, no blood | |
| But it hurts, then it’s true love, true | |
| CHORUS: | |
| We’ll stand and not depart | |
| Vultures are circling our hearts | |
| They’ll leave just skin and bones | |
| Vultures shall tear us apart |
| Hung in a blinding light | |
| Held in a bit to gaze, feeling the crowd melt away | |
| Up in the desert air | |
| Miles above the world, and the daggers that it holds | |
| CHORUS: | |
| We' ll stand and not depart | |
| Vultures are circling our hearts | |
| They' ll leave just skin and bones | |
| Vultures shall tear us apart | |
| Jealousy, it creeps | |
| Poisoning our words, leaving a bitter taste on our | |
| Lips, tongues and teeth | |
| Like a field with dust, it takes the sweetness from our hearts | |
| And if you' re cut but there' s no blood, no blood | |
| But it hurts, then it' s true love, true | |
| We' ll hide it in a prinzide | |
| Held under lock and key, feelin' the hours tick away | |
| Up in the atmosphere | |
| A feeling blood' ll boil, letting our bodies drift away | |
| CHORUS: | |
| We' ll stand and not depart | |
| Vultures are circling our hearts | |
| They' ll leave just skin and bones | |
| Vultures shall tear us apart | |
| And if you' re cut but there' s no blood, no blood | |
| But it hurts, then it' s true love, true | |
| CHORUS: | |
| We' ll stand and not depart | |
| Vultures are circling our hearts | |
| They' ll leave just skin and bones | |
| Vultures shall tear us apart |
| Hung in a blinding light | |
| Held in a bit to gaze, feeling the crowd melt away | |
| Up in the desert air | |
| Miles above the world, and the daggers that it holds | |
| CHORUS: | |
| We' ll stand and not depart | |
| Vultures are circling our hearts | |
| They' ll leave just skin and bones | |
| Vultures shall tear us apart | |
| Jealousy, it creeps | |
| Poisoning our words, leaving a bitter taste on our | |
| Lips, tongues and teeth | |
| Like a field with dust, it takes the sweetness from our hearts | |
| And if you' re cut but there' s no blood, no blood | |
| But it hurts, then it' s true love, true | |
| We' ll hide it in a prinzide | |
| Held under lock and key, feelin' the hours tick away | |
| Up in the atmosphere | |
| A feeling blood' ll boil, letting our bodies drift away | |
| CHORUS: | |
| We' ll stand and not depart | |
| Vultures are circling our hearts | |
| They' ll leave just skin and bones | |
| Vultures shall tear us apart | |
| And if you' re cut but there' s no blood, no blood | |
| But it hurts, then it' s true love, true | |
| CHORUS: | |
| We' ll stand and not depart | |
| Vultures are circling our hearts | |
| They' ll leave just skin and bones | |
| Vultures shall tear us apart |