Texty: Caleb Lionheart. Make Believe - EP. Vultures.

What will become of us?
We're the first of a dying breed.
What will become of us?
We've got worn and calloused feet
What will become of us?
But we're still searching
What will become of us?
For some space to breathe

This day will end
This life will end
The vultures will fly away
And someday our good friends
Won't even be acquaintances
We won't know each other then
Somehow this day will end

We're living just to fill a martyr's grave
What will become of us?
Leaving broken ships left in our wake
What will become of us?
The end is but a risk we'll have to take
What will become of us?
The end is but a risk I'll have to take

Connect the dots where the heartstrings perforate
Tear down the walls that cleave from your embrace
Somehow you won't recognize my face
The sands of time can and will be washed away