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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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