Marilyn Manson
Born Villain
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Stare into my Kodachrome jackhammer I-eyes never thought you'd see
the asphalt crack-crack-crack like a black eggshell
don't ever say I never warned you from the start
don't ever say I never warned you from the start
you're not a shovel and I'm not your dirt
Manson: "Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: this is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, that signifies nothing."
[a slight paraphrasing of Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5):
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing." ]
is there any way to unswallow my pride?
can I fuck myself down?
why die when you can kill the father?
every breath confessed at a person no longer present-tense
another breath confessed at a person no longer present-tense
no, no, no, no, no reason
no, no, no, no, no reason
no, no, no, no, no reason
I can never leave
I can never leaveBlack Woman: "Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here..."
[an excerpt from Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 5
". . . Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty."]
I won't regret letting you live
even if you forgot what you never saved me from
the asphalt crack-crack-crack like a black eggshell
don't ever say I never warned you from the start
don't ever say I never warned you from the start
you're not a shovel and I'm not your dirt
Manson: "Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: this is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, that signifies nothing."
[a slight paraphrasing of Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5):
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing." ]
is there any way to unswallow my pride?
can I fuck myself down?
why die when you can kill the father?
every breath confessed at a person no longer present-tense
another breath confessed at a person no longer present-tense
no, no, no, no, no reason
no, no, no, no, no reason
no, no, no, no, no reason
I can never leave
I can never leaveBlack Woman: "Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here..."
[an excerpt from Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 5
". . . Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty."]
I won't regret letting you live
even if you forgot what you never saved me from
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