[Verse 1]
All my friends are vultures, in a way
When I'm not dead they fly away
Circling 'round some other still-living prey
Waiting for them to crawl
So they can eat their face

And in the salty underground everywhere
There's more roots than I can bear
And growing down and around some past's preserved mastodon's hair
I'm sure the archaeologists knew
That their souls were still there, too

[Verse 2]
And all these species' secrets left in the slate
A new fate we await
So spawn the industrial age
But all our basic concepts basically say
That it's all relatively arranged
In such familiar ways

[Chorus]
Well the new someday soon run away from me
Draw one more scar hard on my heart
The flesh is much stronger where it's been torn once
Like an arc weld holds
Holds
Things together until they're apart

[Verse 3]
And all my friends are vultures in a way
When I'm not alive they hover over and away
Fluttering around this carcass just casually eating my brains
No feathers on their heads
No flesh left on my face

And in the shifty underground everywhere
There's a few more roots than I can really bear
But on the surface the light's wide open where
The water runs too
Like the roots do

[Chorus]
And I knew someday the ruin might be built by me
Just one more stone stacked ridiculously high
The solid is much weaker where it's been worn some
By the weather's low
Low
Pressure zones