Apocalypse Fetish

Remember when the clock was nigh on midnight
From your 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 blow

Don't trust anyone, when it's us who can't be trusted
We're perverse
We're perverse
The safer we are, the more unsafe we feel
That's the curse
That's the curse
That's the curse

And 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

But 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
And don't trust anyone, when it's us who can't be trusted
We're perverse
We're perverse

The safer we are, the more unsafe we feel
That's the curse