Album: Reap What You Sow
Crave the attention, a major affliction
15 minutes is all we want, no matter what the cost
Famous for nothing, we whore ourselves out
The highest bidder takes what they want, leaves us begging for more
Paper god tucked away, the love of which leads us astray
The object of worship, we do what we must
Whilst standing on those who get in our way
Empires built and crumbled to dust, all for nought, but still we lust
Running towards what we want
What's behind is beginning to rot
Ash to ash and dust to dust
Left behind when the breathing stops
The latest gadget, that brand new toy
A collection of objects which don't do a thing
Whatever we want, it comes at a cost
Nothing's forever except what matters most
Running towards what we want
What's behind is beginning to rot
Ash to ash and dust to dust
Left behind when the breathing stops
And it came to pass, as soon as he came nigh unto the camp
That he saw the calf, and the dancing and Moses' anger waxed hot
And he cast the tables out of his hands, and broke beneath the mount
And he took the calf which they had made, and burnt it in the fire
And ground it to powder, and stewed it upon the water,
And made the children of Israel drink of it (Exodus 32: 19-20 KJV)
Kill Your Idols x 8
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