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. 

BIS 
ZU 
DEM 
BREAKING 
FUCKING 
NEUEN 
POST
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