Culling Lyrics - Lamb Of God

Bearing westward, hell-bound on Old 66 

I'm out for answers, wind up with just bloody kicks 

A pocket Jesus to light your path 

A techno-messiah, enraptured crash 

I couldn't make this shit up 

The truth is bad enough 

Out in the heartlands a smoking wreck 

Of ill-raised children and lost respect 

Let me sell you illusions of concern 

An endless loop of drown and burn 

Worship while we tell you lies to your face 

The bottom line a cheap disgrace 

Electro-lemmings line up to storm the cliff 

The paying victims create a rapid shift 

To empty commerce and wasted words 

A celebration of the thinning herd 

I couldn't make this shit up 

The truth is bad enough 

Out in the heartlands a smoking wreck 

Of ill-raised children and lost respect 

Let me sell you illusions of concern 

An endless loop of drown and burn 

Worship while we tell you lies to your face 

The bottom line a cheap disgrace 

It's a fucking disgrace