Vultures Songtext
von Archaeologist

Simple predictable beings
Wrapped up in our own routines
Separating ourselves from the beasts
A false feeling of superiority
Exerting our authority
We′re all just trying to survive

We are nothing more than animals
Hunting for fresh meat
It's something that′s inside of us all, no matter how deep
Human nature makes us animals
It's pulling our strings
Slaves to these chemical chains, and these chemical dreams


You can try to shut it down
But it only grows stronger
You can try to shut it down
You can try to cut it off
But it comes back stronger

I can't stop myself
I can′t control myself

We are nothing more than animals
Hunting for fresh meat
It′s something that's inside of us all, no matter how deep
Human nature makes us animals
It′s pulling our strings
Slaves to these chemical chains, and these chemical dreams

Helping ourselves in the name of others
Picking at scraps and forgetting our brothers
Helping ourselves in the name of others
Picking at scraps and forgetting our brothers
What's the point?


Helping ourselves in the name of others
Picking at scraps and forgetting our brothers
Helping ourselves in the name of others
Picking at scraps and forgetting our brothers