Lyrics Kill Their Idols - Burn it Down

Kill Their Idols

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