Scavengers - Thrice

Overhead, are those angels or vultures?

Heavy wings and the hum of decay

They seethe and hover

Skew and smother the light of day

Every word is a dissonant whisper

They’ve got you wearing a smile like a mask

And all you’re left with is every question you’re scared to ask

I will find you in the black light

Of that cold, dry land

Never mind who held you last night

Come and take my

Come and take my hand

Every tether is tangled and twisted

They slowly sever your heart from the whole

Iron shackles, hungry jackals with eyes like coal

Underfoot, as you steal past the gallows

Brittle branches or pieces of bone?

Feel your chest heave

Are you ready to come back home?

I will find you in the black light

Of that cold, dry land

Never mind who held you last night

Come and take my

Come and take my hand

I will find you in the black light

Of that cold, dry land

Never mind who held you last night

Come and take my

Come and take my hand

I will find you in the black light

Of that cold, dry land

Never mind who held you last night

Come and take my

Come and take my hand

I will find you in the black light

Of that cold, dry land

Never mind who held you last night

Come and take my hand

Come and take my hand