"Trismegistus" By M.Manson
"Cryptorchid" By Marilyn Manson
Each time i make my mother cry an
angel dies and falls from heaven
when the boy is still a worm it's hard to
learn the number seven
but when they get to you
it's the first thing that they do
each time I look outside
my mother dies, I feel my back is changing shape
when the worm consumes the boy it's never
considered rape
when they get to you
Prick your finger it is done...
the moon has now eclipsed the sun...
the angel has spread its wings...
the time has come for bitter things... |
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"Fundamentally Loathsome" By M.Manson
I want to wake up in your white, white sun
I want to wake up in your world with no pain
But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday
While you are numb all of the way
When you hate it you know you can feel but
When you love it you know it's not real
No
And I am resigned to this wicked fucking world
On its way to hell
The living are dead and
I hope to join them too
I know what to do and I di it well...
When you hate it you know you can feel but
When you love it you know it's not real
No
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
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"Mechanical Animals" By M.Manson
We were neurophobic and perfect
the day that we lost our souls
Maybe we weren't so human
But If we cry we will rust
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
But they'll never be good for you
Or bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
You were my mechanical bride
You were phenobarbidoll
A manniqueen of depression
With the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
[chorus repeat]
This isn't me I'm not mechanical
I'm just a boy playing the suicide king
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"Speed Of Pain" B M.Manson
They slit our throats
Like we were flowers
And our milk has been devoured
When you want it
It goes away too fast
Times u hate it
It always seems to last
But just remember when you think you're free
The crack inside you fucking heart is me
[thought, not spoken:] I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
I wish I could sleep
But I can't lay on my back
Because ther's a knife
For everyday that I've known you
When you want it
It goes away yoo fast
Times u hate it
It always seems to last
But just remember when you think you're free
The crack inside your fucking heart is me
[thought, not spoken:] I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
Lie to me, cry to me, give to me
I would
Lie with me, die with me, give to me
I would
Keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair
I hope at least we die holding hands for always
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"The Golden Age Of Grotesque" By M.Manson
All our monkeys have monkeys
we drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar Limosines
We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
The devils are girls with Van Goghs missing ears
You say what you want but filth is all that they hear
I've got the jigger to make all you bigger
Ladies und gentlemen
So drop your pissroom bait, and make sure you're not late
You tramps and lunatics
It's a trick that's gonna make you click
We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdies, Honey-fingered Goodbye Dolls
Hells are boppin', open your third nostril
Put on your black face, and your god is gone
We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We sing la la, la la, la la lah
We sing la la, la la, lah
La la, la la, la la, lah
We sing la la, la la, la la lah
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