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