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letra de primitive idols - jacob turnbloom

[verse 1]
it’s a little too late now
the sun still shines on drunken wasteland
oh the horrors of the modern world
placed back into my hands

[chorus]
you sold out
man, you sold out

[bridge 1]
it’s a little curious
all the god’s on this primitive still carcass
i’m still stuck breaking moldy bread
when do we slay the lamb

[chorus]
man you sold (you sold out)
man you sold (you sold out)
man you sold (you sold out)

[verse 3]
under a microscope i feel terrified
placed inside this vessel, not my choice (not my choice)
i should try saying in a different voice
under an apple tree i hear little birds singing soft, those distant melodies
all come flooding right back to me
[bridge 2]
all the god’s on this primitive still carcass
oh thе horrors of the modern world
wash and sanitize your hands
i’vе come to slay the lamb

[verse 4]
under a microscope, it reads terribly
our core histories
what side are you on
call and sign up now
we really need your support
but the telephone goes dead
yeah it goes dead

- jacob turnbloom

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