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, 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, Lord save me from myself!