Kill Their Idols - Burn it Down

What are you made of?

Who’s your creator?

Who comforts you?

When you sleep?

What animates you?

Who do you pray to?

Are you the master?

The master of all that you see?

We’ll see what they’re made of

We’ll see what they’re made of

You dance around the fire

Of such transient desires

You bow your head

To a decaying ground

Your TV, your sensuality

Your magazine cuts me

Like a million bodies washed out to see

What do you live for?

I see you worship yourself

And everything that they taught you to be

Kill their idols

Kill their idols

Kill their idols

We’ll kill their idols

Kill their idols

Kill their idols

Kill their idols

We’ll kill their idols