Misanthropocene

I'm on a Dionysian deathmarch

Let my shadow off its leash

Darlin' there's piety in excess

And I practice what I preach

We're purveyors of perversion

Connoisseurs of kink

While it may not be your cup of tea

It'll surely make you think

You see only what I show you

But the truth is I'm a wreck

I'm told honesty could help

I'd rather break my fucking neck

We're so tragically clever

So terminally unique

You're never seen without your face

I don't think before I speak

I don't want to be

Another voice in the grand cacophony

A casualty

In this ironic Misanthropocene

I've got a belly full of whiskey

And a head full of regret

I'm waiting for you to say you miss me

But it hasn't happened yet

I'm a pedigree degenerate

Never doing as I'm told

If only you could love a hooker

With a heart of gold

I don't want to be

Another voice in the grand cacophony

A casualty

In this ironic Misanthropocene

I don't want to be

Another voice in the grand cacophony

A casualty

In this ironic Misanthropocene