A Primeval Detachment

Primeval detachment from the absence of good

Once it's broken, I'm soaking it in

Step away from the crib

Go, go, go

Your twisted inner-vision

Makes you ignore your foul choices

No regrets

Intimidation

That's what they'll play

That's what they'll play

Intimidation

Why would you let someone else tell you what your soul is worth?

Primeval detachment from the absence of good

Once it's broken, I'm soaking it in—in

Why would you let someone else tell you what your soul is worth?

Umm… the dust spawns the wicked

Comes as a surprise but that's why I'm cleaning the shelves

There's no time to be picky

Or the dust builds up and up and never goes away

Bounce out the wicked, bounce out the wicked

Battle with 'em

Bounce out the wicked, bounce out the wicked

Scrape all the crust off of the shelves

Yeah

So, tell me what were you paid?

Did you find out the worth of your soul?

Step away from the crib, bitch

This is real

Primeval detachment from the absence of good

Once it's broken, I'm soaking it in

Step away from the crib (bitch...)

Know once you take their silver

You'll never be the same