Get Happy - HR

Hecatombs of blood I’ve spilt,

Destroyed what centuries have built,

Debauchery and perversion without pale, without measure,

All for your pleasure.

Come on, why don’t you get happy?

Come on, why don’t you get happy?

What else could I have done?

What else could I have done?

I revealed to you my twisted cosmogony

Its poisoned foundations, its bastard progeny,

It’s like an open sore, when you reach down and rub it,

'Cause deep down, you know you love it.

Come on, why don’t you get happy…

Just sit back and hide in the reverie,

Just sit back and hide, they’ll never see,

Just sit back and hide.

And now the dealers, users, traitors,

Are become the new gladiators,

With offerings of sacred vices,

To Pan, Priapus, Dionysis.

Sucked in, trapped, ensnared, enrapt, enmeshed,

Yeah, mission accomplished.