The Beautiful People

And I don't want you and I don't need you

Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong

The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It's all relative to the size of your steeple
You can't see the forest for the trees
You can't smell your own shit on your knees

There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker that's in your way

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean

The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat most

The horrible people, the horrible people
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away

Hey you, what do you see?

Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean

There's no time to discriminate,

Hate every motherfucker that's in your way

Lyrics by Marilyn Manson/Letra da autoria dos Marilyn Manson

Disposta em pedaços.

Força-me a conter-te.

Desata-me os pulsos e cicatriza-lhe os dentes.

Escolhe o que te aprouver, embacia-me os olhos, lanceta-me os dedos.

Abarca-me a boca e resvala-te para dentro dos meus ossos.

Estaca-te no canto mais escuro, enche-te de noite.

Disposta em pedaços no mármore virginal, olhos rasos, cheios de pó, revirados, peço-te respostas.

E seguras a cadeira com mãos de ferro e cerras as entranhas com vinho escarlate.

Os braços pendem-me como ramos mortos e escamados... tu ris de porcelana.

E ris.

Ris muito...

Do meu leito, vejo-te o cabelo caindo nos ombros.

Caminhas de passos pesados e vertes, neste corpo delapidado de graça, gotas de extermínio, são geladas, são tuas, são para sempre.

Arrastas-me como flores traçadas e envolves-me, estigmatizada, em laços brancos.

Apertas-me os cabelos como botões de cetim e manchas-me o pescoço de rosetas.

Vestes-me de ti e aguilhoas o que me restou.

Come in, come in, come in… come inside

So much, much, much more skin to break

I haven’t even taken off my gloves

excertp from I want to kill you like they do in the movies by Marilyn Manson/Excerto dos Marilyn Manson 

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

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  

Lyrics by Marilyn Manson/letra da autoria de Marilyn Manson

Prick your finger it is done

The moon has now eclipsed the sun

The angel has spread its wings

The time has come for bitter things 

Marilyn Manson

Ele diz que nada sara, nada cresce.

O pano negro.

E depois ele.

As mãos esculpidas.

O suor que me inundava a pele.

Os ossos apertados contra corpos alheios.

A alma ficou tão branda…

Tu arrancaste-me pedaços de carvão.

Durante aquela noite, fiquei drenada do grande mundo branco.

Estava tudo lá fora, demasiado longe.

Os olhos fechavam e o corpo balançava.

O cabelo caía-me pelo peito com violência.

Pensei que o tempo pudesse ser generoso mas encurtou-se tanto que, quando me apercebi, lá estava o grande mundo branco a entrar outra vez.

Todavia, eu havia ficado sem gravidade por umas horas.

E, aos olhos dos outros, seria álcool a elevar-me.

A tempestade apenas havia começado.

Levaste-me ao cimo da montanha e eu não quero descer.

Ainda intoxicada, repete-se e repete-se.

Uma espécie de feitiço que tento encenar para que a minha cabeça continue escoada.

Sinto que nestes últimos dias tenho sido conduzida.

E que estou nalgum local, sentada com as mãos sobre o peito, a observar-me…

Nothing suffocates you more than

the passing of everyday human events

Isolation is the oxygen mask you make

your children breath into survive

But I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist!

But 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

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!

But I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit!

The death of one is a tragedy.

The death of one is a tragedy.

The death of one is a tragedy,

but death of a million is just a statistic!

Fight, fight, fight, fight!

Letra da autoria de Marilyn Manson/Lyrics by Marilyn Manson