| It’s all about the basking in the perfect calm |
| The storm is finally passing — You can’t admit you’re wrong |
| We all have our silent unspeakable memories |
| That we do not choose to share but with a few |
| Today’s inspiration comes from you |
| I feel the discontent — But it’s about to end |
| Open up a vein and bleed — This mourning of a friend |
| It’s all about the basking — In the perfect calm |
| The storm is finally passing — You can’t admit you’re wrong |
| Digital girl with an analogue heart |
| Vultures are waiting to tear us apart |
| Times like this I remember when |
| It’s easier to forgive an enemy than a friend |
| I feel the disconnect — They’ll be no going back |
| The art is obvious — The silence is a stab |
| It’s all about the basking — In the perfect calm |
| The storm is finally passing — You can’t admit you’re wrong |
| Digital girl with an analogue heart |
| Vultures are waiting to tear us apart |
| Times like this I remember when |
| It’s easier to forgive an enemy than a friend |
| The line is thin and red |
| Between the love and hate |
| The Sky is far and wide |
| To London from LA |
| Where there’s a carcass there’s a vulture |
| Picking bones of flesh and minds |
| The devils drawing in the details |
| Where friendships go to die |
| It’s all about the basking — In the perfect calm |
| The storm is finally passing — You can’t admit you’re wrong |
| Digital girl with an analogue heart |
| Vultures are waiting to tear us apart |
| Times like this I remember when |
| It’s easier to forgive an enemy than a friend |
| Where there’s an artist there’s a vulture |
| In the picture is the proof |
| Art of illusion is ironic |
| The art of friendship is the truth |
| Your pretty picture’s lie — Your pretty pictures hide |
| Nobody knows the real vulture who lives deep inside of you |