While the vermin and victims
Claw at the rubble
The famine of empathy rewards it's vultures well
As they feast upon the canaries
Long dead in the darkest filth of the coal mines.

These bones are the mark of man
The black eyes of the vulture
Are the mark of man
And it weights upon my heart (just) like a tonne of coal
Combustible and dead.

The stillness reveals that there is nothing left beneath
As the darkest filth
Flows through their spidery veins
The decay in their hearts will return these bones
To the blackness of the earth.

These bones are the mark of man
The black eyes of the vulture
Are the mark of man
And it weights upon my heart (just) like a tonne of coal
Combustible and dead.