Lyrics:

(feat. Matt Fanale of Caustic)
If you look at life
Like a carousel
You're not mistaken
You ride your dark horse
And go around acting forsaken
You're doom and gloom
Get off your broom
You're freaking out the neighbors
A life of strife
Under it's knife
Not getting any favors
You're into sin and S&M
And acting like you're crazy
Demand attention
Condescension
The world can never faze me
So blow Artaud
And bang the Crow
And wear them like credentials
'Cuz you're antisocial
Extra special bored
And pseudointellectual
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Society's conformities
Just make him brim with hated
'I'll make them see it won't
Be me, I'll never change,' he stated
I'll smoke my cloves
Mope at the shows
Dissecting every poseur
You're in my sights
So feel the spite of
This verbal bulldozer
If Peter Murphy, Rozz, and Robert Smith had a baby
It'd look like me and Morrissey would call me his manlady
I'm a homocidal maniac
Absinthe aphrodesiac
Apathetic so pathetic
Mommy didn't hug me back!
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We're dressed in black
Feeling evil
A heart attack
For normal people
Misunderstood
Nobody wants us
But honestly
We're a bit obnoxious