MARILYN MANSON - THE GOLDEN AGE OF GROTESQUE - 2003

MARILYN MANSON
THE GOLDEN AGE OF GROTESQUE
2003
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THAETER

THIS IS THE NEW SHIT

Everything has been said before

There's nothing left to say anymore

When it's all the same

You can ask for it by name

Babble babble bitch bitch

Rebel rebel party party

Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"

Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely

Stick your stupid slogan in:

Everybody sing along.

Are you motherfuckers ready

For the new shit?

Stand up and admit,

tomorrow's never coming.

This is the new shit.

Stand up and admit.

Do we get it? No.

Do we want it? Yeah.

This is the new shit,

Stand up and admit.

Everything has been said before

There's nothing left to say anymore

When it's all the same

You can ask for it by name,

And now it's "you know who"

I got the "you know what"

I stick it "you know where"

You know why, you don't care.

So, let us entertain you

mOBSCENE

Ladies and gentlemen

We are the things of shapes to come

Your freedom's not free and dumb

This depression is great

The deformation age

They know my name

Waltzing to scum and base and

Married to the pain

Bang we want it

Bang bang bang bang bang

You came to see the mobscene

I know it isn't your scene

It's better than a sex scene

And it's so fucking obscene, obscene

You want commitment?

Put on your best suit

Get your arms around me

Now we're going down down down

You want commitment?

Put on your best suit

Get your arms around me

Now we're going down down down

Be obscene, be be obscene

Be obscene, baby, and not heard

The day that love opened our eyes

We watched the world end

We have "high" places but we have no friends

They told us sin's not good but we know it's great

War-time full-frontal drugs, sex-tank armor plate

Bang we want it

Bang bang bang bang bang

You came to see the mobscene

I know it isn't your scene

It's better than a sex scene

And it's so fucking obscene, obscene

You want commitment?

Put on your best suit

Get your arms around me

Now we're going down down down

Be obscene, be be obscene

Be obscene, baby, and not heard

Ladies and gentlemen, be obscene! Be obscene! Be be obscene!

Be obscene, be be obscene

Be obscene, baby, and not heard

Bang bang bang bang bang

DOLL-DAGGA BUZZ-BUZZ ZIGGETY-ZAG

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Godmod grotesque burlesque drag

All the goose step girlies

with the cursive faces

We know it's all Braile beneath their skirts

I'm bulletproof bizzop and swing heil and

I don't really care what gentlemen prefer

Say, all you pin-down girls and

Bonafide ballers, so manically depressed

And manically dressed

We got our "Venus not in furs"

but "in Uniforms"

If you're not dancing, then you're dead

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Godmod grotesque burlesque drag

All the thug rock kids are playin'

All the punk god angels sayin'

"The toys are us and we don't even know"

All the thug rock kids are playin'

All the punk god angels sayin'

"The toys are us and we don't even know"

GO! GO! GO! Doppelgangers!

(You're one of us! You're one of us!)

GO GO GO - Throw your shapes doppelgangers

You're one of us!

Trumpet-mouth junky-saints go

Silver tongue marching down the

Stairway to SUBSTANCE

Cocaingels and asses

Give me opiate masses

Fill up your church porn preachers

And we'll fill up our glasses

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Godmod grotesque burlesque drag

All the thug rock kids are playin'

All the punk god angels sayin'

"The toys are us and we don't even know"

GO! GO! GO! Doppelgangers!

(You're one of us! You're one of us!)

GO GO GO - Throw your shapes doppelgangers

You're one of us!

GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!

And all the thug rock kids GO!

And all the punk god angels GO!

You're one of us now, You're one of us

So GO! GO! GO!

And all the thug rock kids GO!

And all the punk god angels GO!

You're one of us now, You're one of us

So GO! GO! GO!

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag

Godmod grotesque burlesque drag

You're one of us!

USE YOUR FIST AND NOT YOUR MOUTH

Come on, come on!

I am overground, outselling it

Since God thinks I don't exist

The beatings happen per minute

This is not blue collar white corrective politics

I'm on an hate, american style, kick

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

I'm on a campaign for pain

And when I get elected

I'll wipe the white off your house

The smile off your face

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want to be like anyone else

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want even be myself

I said no, this isn't your song

We can't all get along

It's too hard to hold hands when your hands are fists

My hate pop won't ever stop

I'm fucking glad we're different

This is my hate american style

hit

Don't bring

Don't sing it

Use your fist and not your mouth

THE GOLDEN AGE OF GROTESQUE

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

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 Gogh's missing ear

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 mate, and make sure you're not late

You tramps and lunatics

Here's a trick that's gonna make you click

It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like

So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdies, Honey-fingered Goodbye Dolls

Hellzapoppin, open your third nostril

Put on your black face, and your god is gone

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

(s)AINT

I don't care if your world is ending today

Because I wasn't invited to it anyway

You said I tasted famous, so I drew you a heart

But now I'm not an artist I'm a fucking work of art

I've got an F and a C and I got a K too

And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you

You wanted perfect

You got your perfect

But now I'm too perfect for someone like you

I was a dandy in your ghetto with

A snow white smile and you'll

Never be as perfect whatever you do

What's my name, what's my name?

Hold the S because I am an AINT

I am a bonetop, a death's head

On a mopstick

You infected me, took diamonds

I took all your shit

Your "sell-by-date" expired,

So you had to be sold

I'm a suffer-genius and

Vivi-sex symbol

I've got an "F" and a "C" and I got a "K" too

And the only thing that's missing is "U"

I've got an F and a C and I got a K too

And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you

I've got an F and a C and I got a K too

And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you

I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile

Super-ego bitch, I've been evil awhile

KA-BOOM KA-BOOM 

We're a death-marching band

Peter Pan off the wagon

Entertain but never trust anyone sober.

We're tasteless but taste good

My (S)top Hat's top hat(ed)

Unsafe cheerleaders with

Porn poms and pipe bombs

I won't do it with you

I'll do it to you

I hope this hook gets caught in your mouth

I won't do it with you

I'll do it you

Don't say no

Just say now

I like a big car, cause

I'm a big star

I make a big rock and roll hit

I'd like to love you

but my heart is a sore

I am, I am, I am so yours

Ka-boom, ka-boom

Ka-boom, ka-boom

Ka-boom, ka-boom

I'd like to la la la la love you

I'm the leader of the club

And I've shrugged off my mouse ears

We fly No-Class Dumbo jets

And drive hardcore-vettes

We fight war with drugs

And our sex always formal

We wear lawsuits when

We get high high high

"Inhale, exhale, let's all hail"

It's a depraved new world

After all

I like a big car, cause

I'm a big star

I make a big rock and roll hit

I'd like to love you

but my heart is a sore

I am, I am, I am so yours

I am a big car and

I'm a strip bar

You call it fake,

I call it, "good as it gets."

Nothing in this world is for real

Except you are for me and

I am so yours

Ka-boom ka-boom

SLUTGARDEN

I'll pretend that I want you

For what is on the inside

But when I get inside,

I'll just want to get out

I'm your first and last deposit

Through sickness and in hell

I'll never promise you a garden

You'll just water me down

I can't believe that you are for real

But I don't care as long as you're mine

When I said we

you know I meant me and

When I said sweet

I meant dirty (hey, hey)

I'm unsafe, I'm unsafe

I won't repent and so

I memorize the words to the porno movies

It's the only thing I want to believe

I memorize the words to the porno movies

This is a new religion to me

I'm a VCR funeral of

Dead-memory waste and

My smile is a chainlink fence

that I have put up

I love the enemy, my love is thee enemy

They say they don't want fame

But they get famous

When we fuck

You are the church

I am the steeple,

When we fuck

We're all god's people

You are the church

I am the steeple,

When we fuck

We're all god's people

♠ (SPADE)

The beauty spot was borrowed and

Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow.

I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard.

Burn your empty rain down on me

Whisper your deathbeat so softly

We bend our knees

At the altar of my ego

You drained my heart

And made a spade

But there's still traces of me

in your veins

All my lilies' mouths are open

Like they're begging for dope

And hoping

Their bitter petal chant,

"We can kick, you won't be back."

I'm a diamond that is tired

Of all the faces I've acquired

We must secure the shadow

Ere the substance fades

PARA-NOIR

I fuck you because you're famous

I fuck you for your money

I fuck you to control you

I fuck you so someday I can have half of everything you own

I fuck you to fuck you over

I fuck you 'til I find someone better

I fuck you in secret

I fuck you because I can't remember if I already fucked you before

I fuck you out of boredom

I fuck you because I can't feel it anyway

I fuck you to make the pain go away

[Manson:]

Fuck you because I loved you

Fuck you for loving you too

I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do

Fuck you because I loved you

Fuck you for loving you too

I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do

HATE YOU THE WAY I DO

I fuck you so I can feel something instead of nothing at all

I fuck you because you're beautiful

I fuck you because you're my nigger

I fuck you because I am your whore

I fuck you because you are a whore

I fuck you for fun

I fuck you for fun

I fuck you because I can

I fuck you so I have a place to stay

I fuck you so you will protect me

THE BRIGHT YOUNG THINGS

We'll be the worms in your apple pie

Fake abuse for our bios

Blacken our own eyes

The grass isn't greener on the other side

We set it on fire

And we have no reason why.

We set fashion, not follow

Spit vitriol, not swallow

We set fashion, not follow

Spit vitriol, not swallow

We're

Good for nothing but being

Everything that's bad

Good for nothing but being

Everything that's bad

We know who we are and what we want to say

And we don't care who's listening

We don't rebel to sell

It just suits us well

We're the bright young things

I've got my villain necktie

And a mouth of hi-fi

So sharp, I'm bleeding

from my Judas Hole

I'm the Arch Dandy

No-goodnik and I'm headed

For Crashville.

I'm most monster with my groan box

In the "Meat Show."

We set fashion, not follow

Spit vitriol, not swallow

We set fashion, not follow

Spit vitriol, not swallow

Good for nothing but being

Everything that's bad

Good for nothing but being

Everything that's bad

We know who we are and what we want to say

And we don't care who's listening

We don't rebel to sell

It just suits us well

We're the bright young things

Crashing the ether

We've got the loudest stereotype

Even neophytes deep 6 your pro-life.

We don't need to move a single prayer bone

We're so beautiful and damned

Simply as a "still life."

Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause

Stop the song and remember what you used to be

Somebody that could fucking impress me

We know who we are and what we want to say

And we don't care who's listening

We don't rebel to sell

It just suits us well

We're the bright young things

BETTER OF TWO EVILS

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot call me Whitey

But I am something that you'll never be

(Hey)

I won't look prettier if I smile for the picture

Motherfuckers never liked me then and they

Sure won't like me now

Don't try to drag me down with your cliché

Your fake grin fits your faker face

But I find all my pleasure in your misery

Yeah

I will step on you on my way up

And I will step on you on my way down

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot call me Whitey

But I am something that you'll never be

(Hey)

I want to hang all you cattle

With your VELVET ROPE,

Motherfuckers step up and get into

An orderly line.

I'll show you how to make a muscle.

It takes less strength to grin than

It does to spit on all you

Paparazzinazis

Yeah

Don't try to lead me to temptation

I've been delivered and I already know the way

Don't try to lead me to temptation

I've been delivered and I already know the way

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot call me Whitey

But I am something that you'll never be

(Hey)

Haters call me bitch

Call me faggot call me Whitey

But I am something that you'll never be

(Hey)

I'll be your scapegoat, I'll be your saviour

I'm the better of two evils

I'm the better of two evils (yeah yeah yeah)

VODEVIL

I wake up everyday on

The wrong side of the bed

But I won't lay down on the floor

Like I'm the whore in your head

Call me a failure

Pretender, sex-offender, infector

Say I killed all my friends

And I deserve to be dead.

Kiss baby kiss

Bang baby bang

Suck baby suck

It's Vodevil

This isn't music and we're not a band

We're 5 middle fingers on a motherfucking hand

I won't pull out I just came

I want all of the blame

your love is tin, faith is thin

No concept of pain, right to complain

All you fagazines, senile teens

Jaw me black ball me

Deejay yourself away and turn your back

It will be easier to stab

VIP ADD TRD violent shiny hate crime

"Total Requested Dead" it's

Version point (less) downloadable suicide.

The only ones left standing are the ones not demanding

This isn't a show, this is my fucking life

I'm not ashamed you're entertained

But

I'm not a puppet

I am a grenade

I'm not ashamed you're entertained

OBSEQUEY (THE DEATH OF ART) 

[Left Speaker:]

This is the Golden Age of Grotesque,

Be prepared for what you may find.

The hole we have to fuck her.

They taste tension because it is their life.

Chrome Complimental. Stop Looking for Ourselves.

Bored towards Most of It.

We have grown to complain.

The hole we Have to Fuck her.

I'm still captive, hide in the distortion.

Its a shame I'm still expected to waves.

Though We have no disgruntled.

We are lower girls. Man girls good evening.

Nothing is More propaganda than the world.

Tired of them stabbing.

I am a (reverof) forever but still I am a door to all of the worst who are jittery.

Crazy people pretend me to not give a fuck.

And we are made of a dry contact, without the people we aren't alive.

We are cows scraping up our genitals, we saved our best milk.

Propaganda is not done.

Break Down Me.

Then the faces will evolve.

Lets just see the only child.

The bored are to be of devoured, but not you.

[Right Speaker:]

Lets see what we will bring.

We will HIDE.

We have grown just to die.

Does it?

Their propaganda is not Heavy.

I have grown bored with their best milk.

Evolve. Contact them.

Complimental.

Tell them to hide.

Bored out of this world.

No one will answer us.

Girls.

No one is more abnormal or unimportant than, like them.

I tried, I fucked them still.

No more establishing. Bored. Don't accept them.About.Our life.

Chrome. Bite their bullet. There is fresh something.

But all I'm trying to do.

Is about their lifestyle is fucked.

Without those people we grow disgruntled.

Propaganda has always worked.

They are very dull. I expected their lives. Girls.

There has to be something...

BIS 
ZU 
DEM 
BREAKING 
FUCKING 
NEUEN 
POST
!!!!

MARILYN MANSON - HOLY WOOD (IN THE SHADOW OF THE VALLEY OF DEATH) - 2000

MARILYN MANSON
HOLY WOOD (IN THE SHADOW OF THE VALLEY OF DEATH)
2000
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A: IN THE SHADOW

GODEATGOD

Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down

And hold yourself

Dear god can you climb off that tree

Meat into the shape of a 'T'

Dear god the paper says you were the King

In the black limousine

Dear John and all the King's men

Can't put you head together again

Before the bullets

Before the flies

Before authorities take out my eyes

The only smiling are you dolls that I made

But you are plastic and so are your brains

Dear god the sky is as blue

As a gunshot wound

Dear god if you were alive

You know we'd kill you

Before the bullets

Before the flies

Before authorities take out my eyes

The only smiling are you dolls that I made

But you are plastic and so are your brains

THE LOVE SONG

[The bullet:]

"I've got a crush on a pretty pistol

should I tell her that I feel this way?

Father told us to be faithful

I've got a crush on a pretty pistol

should I tell her that I feel this way

I've got love songs in my head

that are killing us away"

[The Father:]

"do you love your

guns?" (yeah)

"god?"

(yeah)

"your government?"

"do you love your

guns?"

(yeah)

"god?"

(yeah)

"your government?"

(fuck yeah)

[The bullet:]

"She tells me I'm a pretty bullet

I'm gonna be a star someday

Mother says that we should look away

She tells me I'm a pretty bullet

an Imitation Christ

I've got love songs in my head

that are killing us away"

[The Father:]

"do you love your

guns?"

(yeah)

"god?"

(yeah)

"your government?"

(fuck yeah)

THE FIGHT SONG

Nothing suffocates you more

Than the passing of everyday human events

And isolation is the oxygen mask

You make your children breathe in to survive

But I'm not a slave to a god

That doesn't exist

I'm not a slave to a world

That doesn't give a shit

And when we were good

You just closed your eyes

So when we are bad

We'll scar your minds

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

You'll never grow up to be a big rock star

Celebrated victim of your fame

They'll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons

And say that death was on sale today

And when we were good

You just closed your eyes

So when we are bad

We'll scar your minds

But I'm not a slave to a god

That doesn't exist

I'm not a slave to a world

That doesn't give a shit

The death of one is a tragedy

The death of million is just a statistic

But I'm not a slave to a god

That doesn't exist

I'm not a slave to a world

That doesn't give a shit

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

DISPOSABLE TEENS

And I'm a black rainbow

And I'm an ape of god

I got a face that's made for violence upon

And I'm a teen distortion

Survived abortion

A rebel from the waist down

I wanna thank you mom

I wanna thank you dad

For bringing this fucking world to a bitter end

I never really hated a one true god

But the god of the people I hated

You said you wanted evolution

The ape was a great big hit

You say you want a revolution, man

And I say that you're full of shit

We're disposable teens

We're disposable

You said you wanted evolution

The ape was a great big hit

You say you want a revolution, man

And I say that you're full of shit

The more that you fear us the bigger we get

And don't be surprised, don't be surprised

Don't be surprised when we destroy all of it

You said you wanted evolution

The ape was a great big hit

You say you want a revolution, man

And I say that you're full of shit

We're disposable teens

We're disposable

D: THE ANDROGYNE

TARGET AUDIENCE (NARCISSUS NARCOSIS)

Am I sorry your sky went black,

put your knives in babies backs?

Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's and Huxley too?

But I'm sorry Shakespeare

was your scapegoat

and your apples sticking into my throat

Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails

and your crucifixion commercials failed

but I'm just a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young believers

Your target audience

I see all the old deceivers

we all just sing their song

Am I sorry to be alive

putting my face in the beehive?

Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald, pinks and cocaine too?

I'm sorry you never check

the bag in my head for a bomb

and my halo was a needle hole

I'm sorry I saw a priest being beaten

and I made a wish

but I'm just a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young believers

Your target audience

I see all the old deceivers

we all just sing their song

"the valley of death we are free

your father's your prison you see"

And I see all the young believers

Your target audience

I see all the old deceivers

we all just sing their song

you're just a copy of an imitation

PRESIDENT DEAD

this is for the people, they want you

getting high on violence, baby

President Dead is clueless

and he's caught in a headlight, police-stated god

and his skull is stained glass

incubated and jet set

the bitter thinkers buy their tickets

to go find god like a piggy in a fair

and we don't want to live forever

and we know that suffering is so much better

this is for the people, they want you

getting high on violence, baby

give the bills time to work

we all could be martyred in the

winter of our discontent

(getting high on violence, baby)

every night we are nailed into place and

every night we just can't seem to

ever remember the reason why

(getting high on violence, baby)

and we don't want to live forever

and we know that suffering is so much better

this is for the people, they want you

getting high on violence, baby

and we don't want to live forever

and we know that suffering is so much better

IN THE SHADOW OF THE VALLEY OF DEATH

We have no future

heaven wasn't made for me

we burn ourselves to hell

as fast as it can be

and I wish that I could be a king

then I'd know that I am not alone

Maggots put on shirts

Sell each others shit

sometimes I feel so worthless

sometimes I feel discarded

I wish that I was good enough

then I'd know that I am not alone

Death is policeman

Death is the priest

Death is the stereo

Death is a TV

Death is the Tarot

Death is an angel and

Death is our God

killing us all

she puts the seeds in me

plant this dying tree

she's a burning string

and I'm just the ashes

she put the seeds in me

plant this dying tree

she's a burning string

and I'm just the ashes

CRUCI-FICTION IN SPACE

This is evolution

The monkey

The man

And then the gun

If Christ was in Texas

The hammer

The sickle

The only son

This is your creation

The atom of Eden

Was a bomb

If Jack was the Baptist

We'd drink wine

From his head

This is evolution

The monkey

The man

And then the gun

I am a revolution

Pull my knuckles down

If I could

I am a revelation

And I'm nailed

To the Holy Wood

This is evolution

The monkey

The man

And then the gun

We are dead and tomorrow's canceled

Because of things we did yesterday

We are dead and tomorrow's canceled

They crucify us in our space

In our space...

A PLACE OF DIRT

We are damned and we are dead

all god's children to be sent

to our perfect place in the sun

and in the dirt

There's a windshield in my heart

we are bugs so smeared and scarred

and could you stop the meat from thinking

before I swallow all of it,

could you please?

Put me in the motorcade

put me in the death parade

dress me up and take me

dress me up and make me

your dying god

angels with needles

poked through our eyes

let the ugly light

of the world in

we were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade

put me in the death parade

dress me up and take me

dress me up and make me

your dying god

Now we hold the "ugly head"

the Mary-whore is at the bed

They've cast the shadow of our perfect death

in the sun and in the dirt.

A: OF RED EARTH

THE NOBODIES

Today I'm dirty

I want to be pretty

Tomorrow, I know, I'm just dirt

We're the nobodies

Wanna be somebodies

We're dead,

We know just who we are

Yesterday I was dirty

Wanted to be pretty

I know now that I'm forever dirt

Some children died the other day

We fed machines and then we prayed

Puked up and down in morbid faith

You should have seen the ratings that day

We're the nobodies

Wanna be somebodies

We're dead,

We know just who we are

THE DEATH SONG

we're on a bullet

and we're headed straight into god

even he'd like to end it too

we take a pill, get a face

buy our ticket

and we hope that heaven's true

I saw a cop beat a priest on the TV

and they know they killed our heroes too

We sing the death song kids

because we've got no future

and we want to be just like you

Let's sing the death song kids

we light a candle on an earth

we made into hell

and pretend that we're in heaven

each time we do we get

the blind man's ticket

and we know that nothing's true

I saw priest kill a cop on the TV

and I know now they're our heroes too

We sing the death song kids

because we've got no future

and we want to be just like you

we write our prayers on a little bomb

kiss it on the face and send it to god

We were the world

but we've got no future

and we want to be just like you

we want to be just like you.

LAMB OF GOD

There was Christ in the metal shell

there was blood on the pavement

The camera will make you god

that's how Jack became sainted

If you die when there's no one watching

and your ratings drop and you're forgotten

if they kill you on their TV

you're a martyr and a lamb of god

nothing's going to change

nothing's going to change the world

There was Lennon and a happy gun

There were words on the pavement

we were looking for the lamb of god

we were looking for Mark David

If you die when there's no one watching

and your ratings drop and you're forgotten

if they kill you on their TV

you're a martyr and a lamb of god

Nothing's going to change the world

nothing's going to change

the world

it took three days for him to die

the born again could buy the serial rights

lamb of god have mercy on us

lamb of god won't you grant us

If you die when there's no one watching

and your ratings drop and you're forgotten

if they kill you on their TV

you're a martyr and a lamb of god

nothing's going to change the world

BORN AGAIN

Do you or don't you want this to be your song?

It doesn't take a rebel to sing along.

This art is weak

in its pretty frame

and I am a monkey with

a misspelled name

"I'll put down you disco

and take you heart away.

I'll put down you disco

and take your heart away"

I am born again

I'm someone else

I'm someone new

I'm someone stupid just like you

do you or don't you want to take this hit?

Does it make you feel like you're a part of "it."

"I'll put down you disco

and take you heart away.

I'll put down you disco

and take your heart away"

I am born again

the valley of the dolls is

the valley of the dead

I am born again

BURNING FLAG

They want to sell it out

Buy it up

Dumb it down

A good god is hard to find

I'll join the crowd that

Wants to see me dead

Right now I feel I belong

For the first time

Multiply your death

Divide by sex

Add up the violence and

What do you get?

We are all just stars and we're waiting

We are all just scarred and we're hating

We are all just stars on your burning flag

You can point your gun at me

And hope it will go away

If god was alive,

He would hate you anyway

My right wing is flapping

The left one is gray

Let's hear it for the kids but

Nothing they say

They gyrate and G-rate

On Election Day

We got out ABC's and our F U C K

Multiply your death

Divide by sex

Add up the violence and

What do you get?

We are all just stars and we're waiting

We are all just scarred and we're hating

We are all just stars on your burning flag

You can point your gun at me

And hope it will go away

But if god was alive,

He would hate you anyway

M: THE FALLEN

COMA BLACK: 

A) EDEN EYE 

A loved one laid his head on her lap

red roses fell to the floor

and the world, stood still

My mouth was a crib and it was growing lies

I didn't know what love was on that day

my heart's a tiny bloodclot

I picked at it

it never heals it never goes away

I burned all the good things in The Eden Eye

we were too dumb to run too dead to die

This was never my world

you took the angel away

I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

I would have told her then

she was the only thing

that I could love in this dying world

but the simple word "love" itself

already died and went away

B) THE APPLE OF DISCORD

Her heart's bloodstained egg

we didn't handle with care

it's broken and bleeding

and we can never repair

VALENTINE DAY

She was the color of TV

her mouth curled under like a metal snake

although Holy Wood was sad

they'd remember this as Valentine's day

flies are waiting

In the Shadow of the Valley of Death

In the Shadow of the Valley of Death

slit our wrists and send us to heaven

the first flower after the flood

I saw that pregnant girl today

she didn't know that it was dead inside

even though it was alive

some of us are really born to die

slit our wrists and send us to heaven

the first flower after the flood

In the Shadow of the Valley of Death

THE FALL OF ADAM

The Abraham Lincoln town cars

arrive to dispose of our king and queen

they orchestrated dramatic new scenes

for Celebritarian needs

When one world ends

something else begins

but without a scream

just a whisper because we

just start it over again

[spoken]

Do you love your guns?

Your god and your government?

Let me hear you

Hey

Do you love your guns?

Do you love your god and your government?

Let me hear you goddamn it

Hey

Do you love your guns?

And your god and your government?

Let me hear you

Hey

Your mother?

And your father?

And your baby?

Goddamn it let me hear you

Hey

Do you love your guns?

I want your mothers and your fathers

To hear you say it

Hey

Every single one of you motherfuckers

Let me hear it from you

Hey

Do you love your guns?

And your god and your government?

Hey

I wanna hear it from everyone

I wanna hear you say you want a gun

Let me hear it

Hey

KILL KING 33°

Is this what you wanted?

This is what you get.

Turned all your lives into this shit.

You never accepted or treated me fair

blame me for what I believe

and I wear.

You fucked yourselves and you

raised these sheep

the blue and the withered seeds

you will reap.

You never gave me a chance to be me

Or even a fucking chance just to be.

But I have to show you that

you played a role

and I will destroy you with one simple hole.

The world that hates me has taken its toll

but now I have finally taken control.

You wanted so bad to make me this thing

and I want you now to just kill the king

and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry

this is what you deserve

and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry

this is what you deserve

and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry

this is what you deserve

King Kill 33

COUNT TO SIX AND DIE (THE VACUUM OF INFINITE SPACE ENCOMPASSING)

She's got her eyes open wide

she's got the dirt and spit of the world

her mouth on the metal

the lips of a scared little girl

I've got an angel in the lobby

he's waiting to put me in line

I won't ask forgiveness

my faith has gone dry

She's got her Christian prescriptures

and death has crawled in her ear

like elevator music of songs

that she shouldn't hear

and it spins around 1...2...3

and we all lay down 4...5...6

some do it fast

some do it better in smaller amounts

BIS 
ZU 
DEM 
BREAKING 
FUCKING 
NEUEN 
POST
!!!!