Story Behind The Song
The idea is that we're all going to die of something, it's just a matter of what and when. Our fate circles above us like a vulture. The fear of not existing (not death itself) is what drives us to religion.
| Song Length |
2:25 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Lyrics
Vultures flying overhead wait to pick my bones.
Will they wait till I'm dead, will they wait 'til I'm dead?
My clock is ticking, I can hear it, I can hear it.
Your clock is ticking too, ticking faster than you think it should, mmmm, you think it should.
Who will be the first to pray, bow your head and pray for salvation.
Fear is what makes you pray, fear of eternal damnation.
My clock is ticking I can hear it, I can hear it.
Your clock is ticking too, ticking but there's nothing you can do.
Vultures flying overhead wait to pick my bones.
Will they wait till I'm dead, will they wait till I'm dead.
My clock is ticking I can keep the beat, beat, beat, beat, beat.
Your clock is slowing down, slowing and you know it now.
We are just a fleeting speck, insignificant yet full of soul and memories. Is this all there really is?
My clock is ticking I can hear it, I can hear it, I can hear it.
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