I saw your mom the other day   She says you're running every way   Her little words sick like the flu   I see the things they do to you      She better cut it out   You better cut her out   You better cut her up   You'll have no other god before me      I saw you with your friends   Shooting shit by Budserly Lights   You've got so much life inside you   They drag you down till you can't move   They better cut it out   You better cut it out   You better cut them up   You'll have no other god before me      On your knee, on your knee, on your knee is me   Lucky you, you found me   What'd you do, what've you've seen, what'd you feel for me?   And my love is so, you want to kill your friends   I've seen you waiting for your dreams,   Them comatose and there I'm seen   There's something good inside of you,   but god can't fill you like I do   You better cut it out   You better cut him out   You better cut him up      You'll have no other god before me   You'll have no other god before me   You'll have no other god before me      Thou shalt not worship false idols   You want to kill your friends   Thou shalt not worship false idols