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Burn the witches, burn the witches.
Don't take time to sew the stitches. Burn the witches, burn the witches. Don't take time to sew the stitches. Hand shake, ring sign, snake eye, bite mine. Hand shake, ring sign, snake eye, bite mine. I don't need your hate. I decide my fate. Burn your bridges, burn your bridges Don't take time to sew the stitches. Burn your bridges, burn your bridges Don't take time to sew the stitches. Levi, Crowley, Golden Dawn. Strange same dogma, on and on. I don't need your hate. I decide my fate. We don't viscerate. Your mind masturbates. |
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I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on
ginger bread Along came a choo-choo, knoked my monkey coo-coo, and now my monkey's dead At least he looks that way, but then again don't we all? What I make is what I am I can't be forever "make you, break you, make you, break you, lookout" We are our own wicked gods, with little g's and big dicks sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection of his own mind's dissonance |
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마릴린맨슨
이세상에 둘도없는 멋있는 가수 너가 있기에 지금 나는 행복해. 니가 멋있는 음악을 선보여서... 타 사람들은 그걸 싸이코적이라고 말하겠지만 무시해버려 너의 음악은 천재적 절대적 |
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Smiling faces on the wall
I took a walk down the hall I banged my fist against the door I tossed a quarter to the whore The Camera flashes in my eyes I spread the news she spreads her thighs Red, red in my head Red, red in my head I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all I bent her in half like a barbie doll Love, hate, viscerate Take this flesh and meditate I sat there with her We sat there 2 She said to me What should we do Well, I know some tricks and I'll show them to you Your mother won't mind at all if I do To you The poor little girl The poor little girl The poor little girl didn't know what to say For her mother was out of the house today Today Today Red, red in my head Red, red in my head The poor little girl The poor little girl The poor little girl didn't know what to say For her mother was out of the house today Today Today Red, red in my head Red, red in my head Red, red they call me red Red, in bed The girl |
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Virgins sold in quantity,
African-American heredity. I'm playin' my guitar and I'm feelin' fine. Why are all the niggers in the unemployment line? (Chorus: White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy. White Trash get down on your knees; Time for cake and sodomy.) Teenage girl, a teenage queen; 'Til she's on video -- A PORNO queen! She likes to give head. She likes it mean. That's why she's my little queen. (Chorus) Yeah.... White boy tryin' to get some behind: "Who says date rape isn't kind?" Who's he gonna goad? Who's he gonna please? It don't matter, As long as she's on her knees. (Chorus) |
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(The great Hoo-Doo will perform a feat of prestidigitation)
I take it to the hole I struggle for control The children love the show But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes Fail to see the anguish in my eyes I scratch around the brim I let my mind give in The crowd begins to grin Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it’s no surprise (Prepare to meet your doom....HAIL!) Failed to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me My bag is in the hat It’s filled with this and that My vision’s getting fat The rabbit’s just a monkey in disguise Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes They will bite the hand, if it is slower than, the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes Failed to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me Chicanery will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me |
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Bring me down
On we plow The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest Try to tell me, tell me he's the best But I don't really give a good goddamn 'cause I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be So no one fucks with me I got my pencils in my pocket, try to put me down Wanna go out, gotta get out to the playground Gonna throw down at the playground I wanna go out Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker Pow, pow, pow Pow, pow, pow Pow, pow, pow Pow, pow, pow I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be So no one fucks with me Yeah I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be So no one fucks with me I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be So no one fucks with me |
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Man in the front got a sinister grin, careen down highway 666 We wanna go, crush the slow, as the pitchfork bends the needles grow My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abbey of thelema Blood is pavement The grill in the front is my sinister grin, bugs in my teeth make me sick, sick, sick The objects may be larger than they appear in the mirror My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, my blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema, to the abbey of thelema Blood is pavement "When you ride you're ridden, when you ride, you're ridden" I am fueled by filth and fury Do what I will, I will hurry there, there My arms are wheels, my legs are wheels, blood is pavement Blood is pavement |
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I sit here all knowing
Knowing nothing here at all, yeah My cuts spread slower Pig hands reach into my sides, yeah I hate this life you give me I give you hate you live for me, yeah I love the pain you give me This hurting feels like love to me, yeah They go down town down town They go Down inside Down inside Down inside They go down town down town They go down town to sell Down town down town They go down town to sell My body hangs on hooks A cloth to society, yeah Your dollars wet my skin Makes me paper mache thrift, yeah I hate this life you give me I give you hate you live for me, yeah I love the pain you give me This hurting feels like love to me, yeah They go down town down town They go Down inside Down inside Down inside They go down town down town They go down town to sell Down town down town They go down town to sell To sell I hate this life you give to me I hate this life you give to me I hate this life you give to me I hate this life you give to me I hate this life you give to me I hate this life you give to me |
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Cyclops woman got one eye in her head
Mascara clouded vision She is dead Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all She got a pin-pricked spiral hole She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all Cyclops woman dying in her shell Guilt got her trapped and nailed in well Cyclops woman is the eye of the world Who's reflection's in the retina? She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all Dialate Dialate She can't see nothing, nothing at all Dialate Dialate |
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I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on
ginger bread Along came a choo-choo, knoked my monkey coo-coo, and now my monkey's dead At least he looks that way, but then again don't we all? What I make is what I am I can't be forever "make you, break you, make you, break you, lookout" We are our own wicked gods, with little g's and big dicks sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection of his own mind's dissonance |
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