we take a pill, get a face buy our tickets.
and we hope that heavens true.
we light a candle on an earth.
we made into a hell.
and pretend that we're in heaven.
each time we do we get.
the blind mans ticket.
and we know that nothings true.
They slit our throats, Like we were flowers And our milk has been devoured
When you want it It goes away too fast , Times u hate it It always seems to last
But just remember when you think you're free, The crack inside you fucking heart is me
[thought, not spoken:] I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
I wish I could sleep, But I can't lay on my back, Because ther's a knife for everyday that I've known you
When you want it It goes away yoo fast, Times u hate it It always seems to last
But just remember when you think you're free, The crack inside your fucking heart is me
[thought, not spoken:] I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
Lie to me, cry to me, give to me - I would
Lie with me, die with me, give to me - I would
Keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair
I hope at least we die holding hands for always
You cut off all of your fingers
Trade them in for dollar bills
Cake on some more make-up to
Cover all those lines
Wake up and stop shaking
cause you're just wasting time
I'll be your lover, I'll be forever
I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high
Oon lukemas Marilyn Mansonin omaelämänkertaa "Helvettiin ja takaisin". Iha huippu kirja!!! Perverssi kylläki... :P Suosittelen!!! Satanismi ja kristinusko on kyl aika samanlaisii, kristinuskos helvetti vaa luodaa maan päälle. joo menee vähä syvälliseks.. :P Sivistystä siis mulle:S
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
Do you love your
Guns?
(yeah)
God?
(yeah)
Your government?
Do you love your
Guns?
(yeah)
God?
(yeah)
Your government?
(fuck yeah)
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
Do you love your
Guns?
(yeah)
God?
(yeah)
Your government?
(fuck yeah)