“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting”.

26
Jun 12


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 make me

dress me up and make me

your dying god 

 

angel with needles

poked through our eyes

and let the ugly light

of the world in

and we were no longer blind

and we were no longer blind

 

Put me in the motorcade

put me in the death parade

dress me up and make 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 place in the dirt by Marilyn Manson/A place in the dirt dos Marilyn Manson

publicado por Ligeia Noire às 02:04

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