Culling Lamb of God

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 2]
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