Freak Show

You tell me things I don’t want to hear
You make it loud and clear, and you know it all
You tell me things I don’t want to know
Well, there you go You’re just a freak show
Apocalypse
You do it all for kicks
You kill me with your lips and the things you say
You walk into the room
You’re the voice of gloom
You’re the voice of doom
You bad luck charm
And then you turn around
And then you show me what you are
You’re looking good, yeah