Vulture, Vulture
Cryptkeeper Five
Hear the bugle cry for the fallen soldiers
They stumble, walking dead. Suicide was their device
One crypt, two crypts, three crypts sealed
Four lay wounded in a smoke filled field
No crutches, we'll limp. We're way too fucking proud...
Vulture, vulture, eat the dead
Eat the lies. Leave their heads
I've space set aside for this consolation prize
Vulture, vulture, save their hearts
Martyred for a dying art
No compromise
No sacrifice
No more lies sugared as little untruths
Clean and dress your wounds. We head out, unsteady
Your brother may drop cold. Don't fold, that's my advice
Left, left, right, left, we all march on
Escaped, prisoners of war, desperate to go home
Gun cocked
Shell shocked
Make room
Blow your mind out