An Exercise in Debauchery - Armored Saint

He never killed anyone but he hurt

Somebody’s feelings once

Pushed in the corner with his shame dressed

Up like a dunce

Is it growth or decay when

You peel off the skin

Magazines dvds jeez

Where have you been

Easy to spot the perverts today

They’re ripe like low hanging fruit

Keep dirty secrets tucked away or lie and

Murder all with the truth

An exercise in debauchery

If all’s revealed a grim catastrophe

Bizarro ways ends up in misery

It’s an exercise in debauchery

You won’t care about this later

When you’re finished I’m sure

You need to figure things out

But your vision’s a blur

Will you come out of this phase

Is what I ask of myself

It’s your addiction to smut man

You really need help

Hard not to run from creeps today

They’re gross so give him the boot

You claim your actions are

Safe and sound

But that’s not getting down to the root

No it’s 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 it’s painful to watch

Won’t be there the day you get caught

You’re hiding behind the sun

Look at what you’ve become

When darkness gives way to glare

You’ll be there

Beware

An exercise in debauchery

If all’s revealed a grim catastrophe

Bizarro ways a form of sorcery

It’s a exercise in debauchery