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