Primitive Idols

[Verse 1]
It's a little too late now
The sun still shines on drunken wasteland
Oh the horrors of the modern world
Placed back into my hands

[Chorus]
You sold out
Man, you sold out

[Bridge 1]
It's a little curious
All the God's on this primitive still carcass
I'm still stuck breaking moldy bread
When do we slay the lamb

[Chorus]
Man you sold (you sold out)
Man you sold (you sold out)
Man you sold (you sold out)

[Verse 3]
Under a microscope I feel terrified
Placed inside this vessel, not my choice (not my choice)
I should try saying in a different voice
Under an apple tree I hear little birds singing soft, those distant melodies
All come flooding right back to me

[Bridge 2]
All the God's on this primitive still carcass
Oh thе horrors of the modern world
Wash and sanitize your hands
I'vе come to slay the lamb

[Verse 4]
Under a microscope, it reads terribly
Our core histories
What side are you on
Call and sign up now
We really need your support
But the telephone goes dead
Yeah it goes dead