An Exercise In Debauchery Lyrics - Win Hands Down - Armored Saint

He never killed anyone but he hurt some 

Body's 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 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 cross 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 

Bizarre ways a form of sorcery 

It's a exercise in debauchery