(Verse1)
See we seeking to worship things that are worthless
Sea full of surface defeating the purpose of our Maker
We carving idols like we should in denial like we good we defiled
as the wood to our Maker
Conditioned to fall our sin tends to imprison with bars consider it
all just part of our nature
We all come from broken paths we all have our golden calves and
we place our hope in that but that’s our failure
Like a pig returns to its mud that’s what a sinner does
so we ending up like a dog in his vomit
It’s called the lust of the flesh the truth is what we suppress we all
suffer till death and we share this in common
Once the deceiver had us, God turned us to Jesus addicts, from
start to completion that's the sweetness of the promise
As new creations He exchanges affections changes directions
making corrections His impressions upon us

(Chorus)
I am.. a fallen man from Adam
Just a human being
And I make.. an idol out of everything I see
Oh I've been.. saved and I've been ransomed
Now my identity
Is in Christ who will overcome my sin and set me free

(Verse2)
I can tell it's an idol when I'm skipping time in my bible
and I don't care it's interfering with prayer time
See I can turn on the television and in a matter of minutes I'm
there but then disappear like a hairline
For instance I got an unhealthy interest
in others approval seeking kudos ego lifted like an airline
I can fall in depression like a selfish obsession
making idols of my own rejection in my spare time
Worship comes naturally actually it's a fact that we have to be
actively smashing these idols till they stone ground
My motivation for mortification's sort of a revelation
that the Lord's habitation is my home town
See I’m experienced swingin’ the sword of the Spirit since the
Lord of the myriads mysterious and profound
And so I'm fighting my passions like an assassin I ain't relaxing
I’m striking and bashing ‘em till they go down

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(Verse3)
Adam fell and afterwards we became idol manufacturers
in fact prefer to bow down to an altar
Were made to worship it's hard to control our urges our natures
are made for searching for sacrifices to offer
We making idols with our own imagination stead of holy adoration
fabrications like an Oscar
Serving gods that serving us apparently it's heresy inherently we
want a guarantee to prosper
With this salvation comes a righteous validation so condemning
allegations have no power to attack you
And by His Spirit we’re awakened our affections slowly changing
breaking idols and forsakin' wooden statues
Now as we hold Christ, He’s killing off our old life
No longer like Lot’s wife looking for a last view
See our identity is in Christ the remedy
Our chief affinity the centerpiece of Matthew.. and Mark.. and Luke.. and John…

(REPEAT CHORUS)