Apocalypse Fetish-Lou Barlow

Remember when the clock was nigh on midnight, from the tender age exposed They promised you a world war, undelivered, apocalypse on hold So raised on fear, expect the fear, don't you ever let it go They left it up to you to light the fuse and watch it burnDon't trust anyone, when it's us who can't be trusted, more perverse More perverse The safer we are, the more unsafe we feel, that's the curse That's the curse That's the curse Now when you grow it on your own, they're happier to give you more No one's gonna take your pickup truck, your bullets, or your porn And what about the doomsday fantasy, when you gonna get your turn The self fulfilling prophecy that told you so you've earned The safer we are, the more unsafe we feel, that's the curse That's the curse Don't trust anyone, when it's us who can't be trusted, more perverse More perverse The safer we are, the more unsafe we feel, that's the curse That's the curse That's the curse That's the curse That's the curse That's the curse That's the curse