MARILYN MANSON - BORN VILLAIN - 2012

MARILYN MANSON
BORN VILLAIN
2012
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HEY, CRUEL WORLD

Hey, cruel world…

You don’t have what it takes

We don’t need your faith.

We’ve got fucking fate.

Creator

Preserver

Destroyer

Ask which one I am.

There’s no drugged-out devils or

Square-halo angels

Walking among us.

I am among no one

No one

Fate

The center of the universe

Cannot exist

When there are no,

No edges

NO REFLECTION

Crushing, cheating, changing.

Am I deaf or dead?

Is this constricting construction

Or just streets with rusty signs

Of something violent coming?

This'll hurt you worse than me.

I'm weak, seven days a week.

Don't run from me. I won't

Bother counting one, two, three...

I don't know which me that I love.

Got no reflection.

Show myself how to make a noose

A gun's cliche, and a razor too

I'm not a deathshare vacation, vacant station

Made of scars and filled with my old wounds

You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you.

PISTOL WHIPPED

You look so pretty

when you cry.

Don’t wanna hit you

but the only thing,

between our love is

(1) a bloody nose

(2) a busted lip

and

(3) a blackened eye

You’re a little pistol

and I’m fucking pistol whipped

(cock, cock, cock it)

When I undo my belt,

you melt and you walk away

with a red, red, red, red welt

(or so they say)

I wanna have your ache

and beat you too

OVERNEATH THE PATH OF MISERY

“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.”

– William Shakespeare, “Macbeth”

Stare into my Kodak Rome Jack hammer ice eyes

Never thought you'd see the asphalt

Crack crack crack like a black egg shell

Don't ever say I never warned you from the start

You're not a shovel, and I'm not your dirt

Is there any way to unswallow my pride?

Can I fuck myself down?

Why die when you can kill the father,

Dad is missing an ‘E’

Now Macbeth confessed Oedipus no longer present tense

No, no, no, no, no reason

High and overneath

I won’t regret letting you live

Even if you forget or you never saved me from

So I say whatever or for never

For never, whatever

The rape of Persephone was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks

The rape of Persephone was a marketing scheme

Rape per so phony

High and overneath

Overneath

Overblown

Unbeloved

Cannot be low

From the top of my lungs

To the bottom of my heart

I scream

At the chasm in between

And the path of misery

From the top of my lungs

To the bottom of my heart

I scream

At the chasm in between

And the path of misery

SLO-MO-TION

You’ve got your

Hell’s teeth

smiling at you.

It keeps your brain safe,

as it all eats at your face…

And don’t worry,

we’ll ‘blur it out’

and no one

ever will know,

oh

no, oh oh oh

This is my beautiful show

and everything is shot

in slo-motion

This is my beautiful show

and everything is shot

in slo-motion

SLO-MO-TION

Pump in the laughter

of dead-audience applause

and TEENAGE RAPE candidates

I think we got ourselves

a ‘real hit’

Don’t we wish

that we could feel something

more than

hate and morbid panic

morbid panic

hate and morbid panic

I’m the host with Vaseline

I hide behind bulletproof glass

and I can feel your tits

with my brand new camera

(equipped with a flash)

fast-food-nude

I hate you all

but somehow

you find me…

incredibly charming

THE GARDENER

I’m not man enough to be human

But I’m trying to fit in

And I’m learning to fake it

Don’t ever meet their friends

It tells you too much

Or not enough

Or worse

Exactly the wrong thing

Every nuance

Every detail

Every movement

Every smell

Sound

Phrase

Inflection

The way she laughs

These are all the things that you obsessively fetishize

Or make yourself grow to love

Although you are supposed to be done growing

She is still growing

Its like a garden with two flowers

One just blooming and casting a shadow

Just like yours

And then it becomes a struggle

Of sunlight

Or rain

Or weeds

She and every she

Is doomed to be your idea of her

I’m not man enough to be human

But I’m trying to fit in

And I’m learning to fake it

But worse so,

Back to the point

You are no longer the flower

And the sun

And most importantly the garden

Or the gardener

A muse

Your amusement

I am used

It's all ruined if you meet their friends

You never wanted

To share

Your concept of your creation

With any other gods or worshippers

Your book isn’t burned

It was never written

LAY DOWN YOUR GODDAMN ARNS

I'm not of this world

You're not in this heart

This isn't in me

To open this box

You can't shoot the lock

I hide everything

So you can't see

Wanna fight?

Wanna fuck?

Wanna die?

Try your luck...

Lay down your goddamn arms

There isn't a key,

You can use on me

There isn't a key,

So lay down your arms

You're a book

Every page is written

In words

I cannot read

So I burn

Gotta burn it

THE FLOWERS OF EVIL

The day they covered us in the dirt

Like stars in the ground

That will grow into dead flowers

The day they covered us in the dirt

Like stars in the ground

That will grow into dead flowers

Your body's on me

Like sleepless spiders

Your touch is so empty

Your bodies on me like

Sleepless spiders

Your touch is so empty

I've been running

From the bloodless

For fear of exile

For all of my sorceries

That shun the light

The day they covered us in the dirt

Like scars in the ground

That will grow into dead flowers

The day they covered us in the dirt

Like scars in the ground

That will grow into dead flowers

I've been running

From the bloodless

For fear of exile

For all of my sorceries

That shun the light

CHILDREN OF CAIN

Sacrifice won't suffice

Resurrection needs your death

To happen twice

Fall on my heart

And burn and forge

Your tortured black-smitten

Into the sharpest, fucking sword

Don’t assume that I'm always with you

It's just where my mortal body happens to be

No Sineater to slay

Us Children of Cain

Watching monkey suicide,

Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away

Christ consciousness

Manifest to the Golden Ratio

5 or 500 million years ago

We were 15 foot high

And to die

Was a Bardot Bridge (t)

We never thought we'd cross

To burn down behind and below

So take your little black book

I see the way that you look in to it

I'll eat it and I'll cut my tongue

And all the pages you spread,

Sweet as honey you said

But I'm choking on your bitter stories

DISENGAGED

And I could look into the

crowded morgue of mistakes

the sun stopped its smile

and frowned on me too

my re-built/re-mastered heart

is smashed into its faces

and its face is confused

I cut my throat in two

I said “sorry” to you,

for being a fool

but I didn’t want forgiveness.

It was regret,

not an apology

it was regret

Dis

Dis

Dis

Disengaged

you’re with me, against me

but the only thing forever is hate

I forget what i saw

before and after that day

I’d trade all I was worth

to make myself in to

the handsomest gun

and put the diamond bullet

into your

404 ERROR face

and I’m an event,

everybody knows

you decide if you can live

or you decide to let someone

decide for you

MURDERERS ARE GETTING PRETTIER EVERY DAY

Do you always

have to hire actors,

to play the devils

that talk me

out of my

sui-sites?

You’re just

a ring tone,

that happens when

you get sick enough

to call the one

with bullet holes,

bullet holes for eyes

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices

of someone else’s angels

I broken open the box

when I spoke the spell

and I became

an entrance wound

to your bedroom grave,

and I was paid

with the shadow of consensual rape

Your ransom note

is quoted by,

your death and

birth certificates

and all of your love,

and all of your love letters

read just like my will

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices

of someone else’s angels

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices

of someone else’s angels

I don’t have to see

to know that murderers

are getting prettier

every day

I don’t have to see

to know that murderers

are getting prettier

every day

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices

of someone else’s angels

BORN VILLIAN

Could give you a dozen

Fresh,

Cut,

Pink, or red, or white

I wonder if they knew what they

Would grow to become

I could give you a dozen

Fresh,

Cut,

Pink, or red, or white

I wonder if they knew what they

Would grow to become

You’ll have to cut it down

And burn me into splinters

Or I’ll unwrap the string

That was me

Around your finger

And I’ll hang you in

Your bedroom burial ground

There is a taste for blood

And it's something deep inside

There is a taste for blood

And it's deep inside

I don't ever want god

To hear our screams

And mistake them for prayers

And you know I'm loaded

But not which chamber

Touch me and I'll go

And you know I'm loaded

But not which chamber

Touch me and I'll go

I'm born villain

Don't pretend to be a victim

BREAKING THE SAME OLD GROUND

And then I found how to be what you want

when I was out looking for something new

Digging too deep

and now it’s too late

we just keep on

breaking the same old ground

So you think that I asked for this

well, let me show you

what I think of your lips

And you think that I asked for this

come on,

use your fist

And then I found how to be what you want

when I was out looking for something new

I am owned by death

and

I’m in love with oblivion

I am owned by death

and

I’m in love with oblivion

YOU’RE SO VAIN

:: letra de Carly Simon ::

:: bonustrack feat Johnny Depp ::

You walked into the party

Like you were walking onto a yacht

Your hat strategically dipped below one eye

Your scarf it was apricot

You had one eye in the mirror

As you watched yourself gavotte

And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner

They'd be your partner, and

You're so vain

You probably think this song is about you

You're so vain

I'll bet you think this song is about you

Don't you? Don't you?

You had me several years ago

When I was still quite naive

Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair

And that you would never leave

But you gave away the things you loved

And one of them was me

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee

Clouds in my coffee, and

You're so vain

You probably think this song is about you

You're so vain

I'll bet you think this song is about you

Don't you? Don't you?

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee

Clouds in my coffee, and

You're so vain

You probably think this song is about you

You're so vain

I'll bet you think this song is about you

Don't you? Don't you?

Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga

And your horse naturally won

Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia

To see the total eclipse of the sun

Well, you're where you should be all the time

And when you're not, you're with

Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend

Wife of a close friend, and

You're so vain

You probably think this song is about you

You're so vain

I'll bet you think this song is about you

Don't you? Don't you?

BIS 
ZU 
DEM 
BREAKING 
FUCKING 
NEUEN 
POST
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