From a pyre in a field it started out
So long ago
Now we're stuck inside apartment walls
Being burned out on our phones
You can feel it on the air as you walk
Out to the car
From down the bar
It's out in the dark
You can hear it in the sirens out on the wide open road
If the world has gone insane or is still the same and
Would we all know
But we know what they are
We know what they are
They're all false gods
They're all false gods
It don't matter where you go
Somehow you will always know
And you keep it to yourself
You were once young and you thought your life
Was worth nothing less
Now the very likeness of yourself keeps dragging you to dread
You can see it on the empty faces where
We used to find ourselves inside
But now you cannot hide
That you can't deny
They're all false gods
They're all false gods
From a pyre in a field
To the empty feeling
That you have
And it makes you who you are
Well there's a song that you don't know
And oh it's goin' out
To all the false gods