Vultures

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
 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
 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?
 Yeah, it's me against the world
 It's me against the world