Apocalypse Fetish Lyrics - 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 burn 

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 

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