An Exercise in Debauchery

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, murder, or with the truth

An exercise in debauchery

Evil's revealed, a grim catastrophe

But it's not always 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 'em 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

Evil's revealed, a grim catastrophe

But it's not always a form of sorcery

It's an exercise in debauchery