Culling lyrics

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.

• Artist:Lamb of God
• Album:The Duke