Lord, Save Me from Myself - Jon Foreman

My mind is dull and faded from these years of buy and sell

My eyes have seen the glory of this hollow modern shell

And sex is a grand production

But I’m bored with that as well

Ah, ah, Lord save me from myself

Electric sun keep shining, ripen daughters of the chrome

This world is where I breathe, let it never be called home

Where the vultures make the money

Is where our bodies fell

Ah, ah, Lord save me from myself

Where the vultures make the money

Yeah, I’m bored with that as well

Ah, ah, ah, Lord save me from myself