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Lyricist: Armored Saint
Lyrics:
He never killed anyone but he hurt some Bodys feelings once Pushed in the corner with his shame dressed Up like a dunce Is it crowth or decay when You peel off the skin Magazines dvds jeez Where heve you been
Easy to spot the perverts today Theyre ripe like low hanging fruit Keep dirty secrets tucked away or lie and Murder all with the truth
An exercise in debauchery If alls revealed a grim catastrophe Bizarro ways ends up in misery Its an exercise in debauchery
You wont care about this later When youre finished Im sure You need to figure things out But your visions a blur Will you come out of this phase Is what I ask of myself Its your addiction to smut man You really need help
Hard not to run from creeps today Theyre cross so give him the boot You claim your actions are Safe and sound But thats not getting down to the root
No its an exercise in debauchery Hanging out with ugly company We should talk and deal accordingly With your exercise in debauchery
In fairness and kidding aside Your choices are something to hide In fairness its painful to watch Wont be there the day you get caught Youre hiding behind the sun Look at what youve become When darkness gives way to glare Youll be there Beware
An exercise in debauchery If alls revealed a grim catastrophe Bizarro ways a form of sorcery Its an exercise in debauchery
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