Lord, Save Me From Myself

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
Ahh.
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
Ahh.
Lord save me from myself

The vultures make the money

But I'm bored with that as well