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MARILYN MANSON - THE PALE EMPEROR - 2015

MARILYN MANSON
THE PALE EMPEROR
2015
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KILLING STRANGERS
This world doesn't need no opera
We're here for the operation
We don't need a bigger knife (a bigger knife)
Cause we got guns, we got guns, we got guns (we got guns)
We got guns, you better run
(you better run, you better run, you better run)

We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love

We pack demolition, we can't pack emotion
Dynamite? We just might...
So blow us a kiss, blow us a kiss
Blow us a kiss, we'll blow you to pieces

We got guns, we got guns
Mother fuckers better, better, better run
We got guns, we got guns
Mother fuckers better run

We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love

You better run
Cause we got guns! Cause we got guns! We got guns!

DEEP SIX
You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?
"You better watch yourself"
You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?
"You better watch yourself"

It's like a stranger had a key, came inside my mind
And moved all my things around
But he didn't know snakes can't kneel or prey
Try to break my psyche down
Yeah

It's as if my feathers were wax
And your artillery lead
Do you like our bed?
Do you like our bed?

Deep six, six, six feet deep

Love is Evol
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere

THIRD DAY OF A SEVEN DAY BINGE
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I can't decide if you're wearing me out or wearing me well
I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I've got bullets, in the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets, in the Boothe
Rather be your victim, than be with you

We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I'd rather be your victim, than to be with you
Rather be your victim, than be with you

THE MEPHISTOPHELES OF LOS ANGELES
I don't know if I can open up
I've been opened enough
I don't know if I can open up
I'm not a birthday present
I'm aggressive regressive
The past is over
And passive scenes so pathetic

Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?

I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise to every occasion
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles

Don't know if I can open up
I been opened too much
Double-crossed glossed over in my pathos

WARSHIP MY WRECK
You're a paper doll
I fold you how I want
You're not my noose
I tied this knot
If this won't be
Our fingers locked together
This is total war
Method not objective

If I can glue them back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together!
Back together!

Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
warship my wreck!

Cut the hands off
Then kamikaze into your soul
Kamikaze into your soul...

Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together!

SLAVE ONLY DREAMS TO BE KING
The human wheel, that force unseen
The offspring of a deathless soul
Can hew away to any goal
The walls of granite intervene
Be not in patient delay, but
Wait as one who understands
When spirit rises and demands
The Gods are ready to obey
Take my money like an ugly bee

Covered in my money, too dumb to see
My Fibonacci blinded by your jealousy
I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow

You are what you beat, yeah

And then we met our brand new parents
But they didn't know it yet
So we chanted, "WED, WED, WED!"
But they didn't know they were dead
Didn't know they were dead

Then the witch tied her fruit t a stick
When our coin was looking too thin
It's like a winter in Hades, we drooled for the ladies
As if the apple was owned by God

Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be King

BIRDS OF HELL AWAITING
Birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire

(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)

Birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby

CUPID CARRIES A GUN
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Pound me the witch drums

Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah

I'm a coat of fists
Dead and hardened spiders
Like two mangled crowns
Or the widest of the meanest coiled snakes

Folks said I
Look like death
Lived in the hotel of my eyes
Lives wide open like a whore
Painted in spit from the earth between her thighs

Keep your halos tight,
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine

Because now
Cupid carries a gun
Now, now
Cupid, Cupid carries a gun

Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Pound me the witch drums

Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah

She had those crow black eyes
Starless, but she fucks
Like a comet
Laid as still as a Bible
And it felt like Revelations when I looked inside

ODDS OF EVEN
Stood in the face of grim death, screaming "Monsters, bring me to deafness!"
My dagger and swagger are useless in the face of the mirror when the mirror is made of my face.

This is the House of Death. Even angels die in the arms of Demons.

Hide your heart in your gut, but for what?
When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow on death row so now all of your secrets are shown.

No one is exempt from the odds of even. 










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