Save Me From Myself
Jon Foreman
My mind is dull and shattered
From these years of buy and sell
My mind has seen the glory
Of this hollow, modern shell
Sex is a grand production
But I'm bored with that as well
Lord save me from myself
The electric sun keeps shining
Wrapping daughters in the chrome
This world is where I breathe
Let it never be called home
Well the vultures make the money
It's where my body fell
Lord save me from myself
The vultures make the money
But I'm bored with that as well
No comments:
Post a Comment