Terrorized by vultures,
That just don't want to hear it.
They want to take away our pride,
So we can be like one of them.
But I won't let them take away mine,
We are special, but loud, a not so hidden gem.
Crossing the bridge,
Between fantasy and reality.
My heart is cold like a fridge,
But hotter in the moment, and in the peak of actuality.
I won't let them set fire,
To our hopes and dreams, instead I will make the tables start turning.
We don't need them to be inspired,
Because they're the reason we're messed up, like bridges burning.