We hardly make a sound Looking down We circle 'round and 'round Eyes so wide There's something lifeless in the air tonight Like raw hide It's like a secret that I found Now held up to the light In search of carrion So I killed all my idols 'Cos I'm no barbarian Just part of a cycle A point in a spiral Carrion I need to feed the habit A feet-first cesarean You know I won't make it unless I have it Carrion Carrion Carrion Carrion Not looking for a fight Just meat to chew (Hear what I say) Just taking what is left Like vultures do (Don't look away) There's something subtle in the way you move A shadow (A shadow) I'm like a ghost that keeps on swimming Deep in an undertow Carrion Spelling out survival But I'm no vulgarian It's something that's primal The point is the final Carrion I need it so I want it And that's it It's epicurean You know you won't get it unless you've got it Carrion Carrion Carrion Carrion Carrion Carrion Carrion Carrion Carrion Carrion