The rise of the vultures end in
Defeat for those who're defending
Freedoms, we should stop pretending
'Cause they'll never see it like us

Their eagle's eye perspective meaning
They'll never know how we're feeling
'Cause we're the pigeons they'll be feeding
The crumbs, they don't see it like us

And if you fuck me over for something so small
Then you'd fuck me over for anything at all
If you fuck me over for something so small
Then you'd fuck me over for anything at all

The magpie's eyes will soon be gleaming
At black gold that they'll be stealing
Hawk or dove, who you believing?
They'll never see it like us

And if you fuck me over for something so small
Then you'd fuck me over for anything at all
If you fuck me over for something so small
Then you'd fuck me over for anything at all

A certain dearth of integrity
You've all got fins in the spot where your back should be
And I wonder, can you sleep at night?
Is a clear conscience hard to find?
And if you fuck me over for something so small
Then you'd fuck me over for anything at all
And if you fuck me over for something so small
Then you'd fuck me over for anything at all

If you fuck me over for something so small
Then you'd fuck me over for anything at all
And if you fuck me over for something so small
Then you'd fuck me over for anything at all