The Age of Vulture Culture

Take all my honour and throw me away

Spit on me, tell me I do not belong here

Haunt me and make me run for my life

Set my home on fire and burn it down to ash

Meet my eyes or look away now

No love is hiding behind those words

I beg 'cause of exclusion

And dream a distant dream

Where insensibility is history

Let us love, let us be

Release and set us free

To find us a place to call our own

Once a thought in a mind

Now it's labelled genocide

To find us a place to call our home

Fight for a place to call our own

You give me nothing more than just lies

Wrapped up in those beautiful words

Haunt me and make me a fugitive searching for dignity

They say, "You've got yourself to blame"

Take my hand or turn away now

Tell a story so they can hear

For those who run because of persecution

And dream a distant dream

Where insensibility is history

Let us love, let us be

Release and set us free

To find us a place to call our own

Once a thought in a mind

Now it's labelled genocide

To find us a place to call our home

Fight for a place to call our own

Now sleep, the world I know is callous

They blame the people they don't know

Awake in times of deception

And dream a distant dream

Where insensibility is history

Let us love, let us be

Release and set us free

To find us a place to call our own

Once a thought in a mind

Now it's labelled genocide

To find us a place to call our home

Fight for a place to call our own

And then find us a place to call our home

Fight for a place to call our own