Jon Foreman

Lord Save Me From Myself

Jon Foreman


My mind is dull and faded
From these years of buy and sell
My eyes has seen the glory
Of this hollow modern shell

Sex is a grand production
But I'm bored with that as well
Ahh-ahh-ahh
Lord, save me from myself

Electric sun keeps shining
Ripen daughters in the chrome
This world is where I breathe
Let it never be called home

Where the vultures make the money
It's where our bodies fell
Ahh-ahh-ahh
Lord, save me from myself

The vultures make the money
But I'm bored with that as well
Ahh-ahh-ahh