This world doesn't need no opera, we're here for the operation
We don't need a bigga knife (a bigga knife)
'Cause they got guns, we got guns, we got guns (we got guns)
We got guns, you betta run (ya betta run, ya betta run, ya betta run)
We're killin' strangers
We're killin' strangers
We're killin' strangers so we don't kill the ones that we love
We're killin' strangers
We're killin' strangers
We're killin' strangers so we don't kill the ones that we love
Love
Love
Love
We pack demolition
We can't pack emotion
Dynamite, we just might
So blow us a kiss, blow us a kiss
Blow us a kiss and we'll blow you to pieces
We're killin' strangers
We're killin' strangers
We're killin' strangers so we don't kill the ones that we love
Love
Love
Love
And we got guns, we got guns
Motherf*ckers better, better, better run
'Cause we got guns, we got guns
Motherf*ckers better run
We got guns, we got guns
Motherf*ckers better, better, better run
'Cause we got guns, we got guns
Motherf*ckers better
We're killin' strangers
We're killin' strangers
We're killin' strangers so we don't kill the ones that we love (better run)
We're killin' strangers ('cause we got guns)
We're killin' strangers ('cause we got guns)
We're killin' strangers so we don't kill the ones that we love (we got guns)
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
Love
You better run
'Cause we got guns
'Cause we got guns
We got guns
Marilyn Manson - The Pale Emperor Album Lyrics
Marilyn Manson - The Pale Emperor Lyrics
Writer: Brian Hugh Warner, Tyler Lee Bates
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Deep Six
You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus
You'd betta watch yourself
You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus
You'd better watch yourself
You'd better watch yourself
It's like a stranger had a key, came inside of my mind
And moved all my things around
He didn't know snakes can hear the prey
Can't try to break the psyche down
Yeah
It's in my half frozen wax
And your artillery lead
Do you like our bed
Do you like our bed
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
It's like a stranger had a key, came inside of my mind
And moved all my things around
He didn't know snakes can hear the prey
Can't try to break my psyche down
It's in my half frozen wax
And your artillery lead
Do ya like our bed
Do ya like our bed
It's in my half-frozen wax
And your artillery lead
Do you like our bed
Do you like our bed
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
Yeah
You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus
You'd better watch yourself
Wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus
You'd better watch yourself
You'd better watch yourself better watch yourself
Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere
Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere
Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere
Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere
Sin is sincere
Sin is sincere
Sin is sincere
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus
You'd better watch yourself
You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus
You'd better watch yourself
You'd betta watch yourself
You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus
You'd better watch yourself
You'd better watch yourself
It's like a stranger had a key, came inside of my mind
And moved all my things around
He didn't know snakes can hear the prey
Can't try to break the psyche down
Yeah
It's in my half frozen wax
And your artillery lead
Do you like our bed
Do you like our bed
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
It's like a stranger had a key, came inside of my mind
And moved all my things around
He didn't know snakes can hear the prey
Can't try to break my psyche down
It's in my half frozen wax
And your artillery lead
Do ya like our bed
Do ya like our bed
It's in my half-frozen wax
And your artillery lead
Do you like our bed
Do you like our bed
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
Yeah
You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus
You'd better watch yourself
Wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus
You'd better watch yourself
You'd better watch yourself better watch yourself
Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere
Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere
Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere
Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere
Sin is sincere
Sin is sincere
Sin is sincere
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
Deep 6, 6, 6 feet deep
You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus
You'd better watch yourself
You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus
You'd better watch yourself
Writer: BRIAN HUGH WARNER, TYLER LEE BATES
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Third Day Of A Seven Day Binge
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I can't decide if you're wearing me out or wearing me well
I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I've got bullets, in the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets, in the Boothe
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I've done reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I'd rather be your victim, than to be with you
Rather be your victim, than be with you
And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I can't decide if you're wearing me out or wearing me well
I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I've got bullets, in the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets, in the Boothe
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I've done reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I'd rather be your victim, than to be with you
Rather be your victim, than be with you
Writer: BRIAN HUGH WARNER, TYLER LEE BATES
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
The Mephistopheles Of Los Angeles
I don't know if I can open up
I've been opened enough
I don't know if I can open up
I'm not a birthday present
I'm aggressive regressive
The past is over
And passive scenes so pathetic
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Don't know if I can open up
I been opened too much
Double cross glossed over in my pathos
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
I've been opened enough
I don't know if I can open up
I'm not a birthday present
I'm aggressive regressive
The past is over
And passive scenes so pathetic
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Don't know if I can open up
I been opened too much
Double cross glossed over in my pathos
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Writer: BRIAN HUGH WARNER, TYLER LEE BATES
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Warship My Wreck
You're a paper doll
I fold you how I want
You're not my noose
I tied this knot
If this won't be
Our fingers locked together
This is total war
Method not objective
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue em back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together!
Back together!
[Chorus x2:]
Scars on my fingers, bruises on neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
warship my wreck!
warship my wreck!
Cut the hands off
Then kamikaze into your soul
Kamikaze into your soul...
[Chorus x2:]
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Warship my Wreck!
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Warship my wreck!
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
warship my wreck!
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue em back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together!
I fold you how I want
You're not my noose
I tied this knot
If this won't be
Our fingers locked together
This is total war
Method not objective
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue em back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together!
Back together!
[Chorus x2:]
Scars on my fingers, bruises on neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
warship my wreck!
warship my wreck!
Cut the hands off
Then kamikaze into your soul
Kamikaze into your soul...
[Chorus x2:]
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Warship my Wreck!
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Warship my wreck!
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
warship my wreck!
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue em back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together!
Writer: BRIAN HUGH WARNER, TYLER LEE BATES
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Slave Only Dreams To Be King
The human wheel, that force unseen
The offspring of a deathless soul
Can hew away to any goal
The walls of granite intervene
Be not in patient delay, but
Wait as one who understands
When spirit rises and demands
The Gods are ready to obey
Take my money like an ugly bee
Covered in my money, too dumb to see
My Fibonacci blinded by your jealousy
I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow
I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow
[Hook:]
You are what you beat, yeah
You are what you beat, yeah
[Chorus:]
And then we met our brand new parents
But they didn't know it yet
So we chanted, "WED, WED, WED!"
But they didn't know they were dead
Didn't know they were dead
Then the witch tied her fruit t a stick
When our coin was looking too thin
It's like a winter in Hades, we drooled for the ladies
As if the apple was owned by God
[Chorus]
Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be King
Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be King
[Hook]
The offspring of a deathless soul
Can hew away to any goal
The walls of granite intervene
Be not in patient delay, but
Wait as one who understands
When spirit rises and demands
The Gods are ready to obey
Take my money like an ugly bee
Covered in my money, too dumb to see
My Fibonacci blinded by your jealousy
I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow
I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow
[Hook:]
You are what you beat, yeah
You are what you beat, yeah
[Chorus:]
And then we met our brand new parents
But they didn't know it yet
So we chanted, "WED, WED, WED!"
But they didn't know they were dead
Didn't know they were dead
Then the witch tied her fruit t a stick
When our coin was looking too thin
It's like a winter in Hades, we drooled for the ladies
As if the apple was owned by God
[Chorus]
Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be King
Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be King
[Hook]
Writer: BRIAN HUGH WARNER, TYLER LEE BATES
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
The Devil Beneath My Feet
Don't want your God and His higher power
Want power to get higher
I'm not allowed, I'm not allowed
When you look up, what do you see?
Don't need a motherf*cker looking down on me
motherf*cker looking down on me
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Beneath my feet
Don't bring your black heart to bed
When I wake up you best be God
Or you'd better be dead
[x2]
This what happens when you put an apple on yo head
You could laugh all day but you can't after darkness sway
Can't after darkness sway, can't after darkness sway
Too many bills and not enough kills
I need a bug out, sold that big house
Neva take me alive, never take me alive, never f*cking take me alive
It's better to be blamed for robbing Peter
Than guilty for paying Paul
Don't bring your black heart to bed
When I wake up you best be God
Or you'd better be dead
[x2]
Want power to get higher
I'm not allowed, I'm not allowed
When you look up, what do you see?
Don't need a motherf*cker looking down on me
motherf*cker looking down on me
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Beneath my feet
Don't bring your black heart to bed
When I wake up you best be God
Or you'd better be dead
[x2]
This what happens when you put an apple on yo head
You could laugh all day but you can't after darkness sway
Can't after darkness sway, can't after darkness sway
Too many bills and not enough kills
I need a bug out, sold that big house
Neva take me alive, never take me alive, never f*cking take me alive
It's better to be blamed for robbing Peter
Than guilty for paying Paul
Don't bring your black heart to bed
When I wake up you best be God
Or you'd better be dead
[x2]
Writer: BRIAN HUGH WARNER, TYLER LEE BATES
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Birds Of Hell Awaiting
Birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire
The birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire
(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)
[x2]
Birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire
It's where you're death's desire
(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)
[x2]
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire
The birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire
(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)
[x2]
Birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire
It's where you're death's desire
(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)
[x2]
Writer: BRIAN HUGH WARNER, TYLER LEE BATES
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Cupid Carries A Gun
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
I'm a coat of fists
Dead and hardened spiders
Like two mangled crowns
Or the widest of the meanest coiled snakes
Folks said I
Look like death
Lived in the hotel of my eyes
Lives wide open like a whore
Painted in spit from the earth between her thighs
Keep your halos tight,
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Because now
Cupid carries a gun
Now, now
Cupid, Cupid carries a gun
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
She had those crow black eyes
Starless, but she f*cks
Like a comet
Laid as still as a Bible
And it felt like Revelations when I looked inside
Keep your halos tight,
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Keep your halos tight,
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Because now
Cupid carries a gun
Now, now
Cupid, Cupid carries a gun
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
I'm a coat of fists
Dead and hardened spiders
Like two mangled crowns
Or the widest of the meanest coiled snakes
Folks said I
Look like death
Lived in the hotel of my eyes
Lives wide open like a whore
Painted in spit from the earth between her thighs
Keep your halos tight,
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Because now
Cupid carries a gun
Now, now
Cupid, Cupid carries a gun
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
She had those crow black eyes
Starless, but she f*cks
Like a comet
Laid as still as a Bible
And it felt like Revelations when I looked inside
Keep your halos tight,
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Keep your halos tight,
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Because now
Cupid carries a gun
Now, now
Cupid, Cupid carries a gun
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Pound me the witch drums
Writer: MARILYN MANSON, TYLER BATES
Copyright: Lyrics © FOX MUSIC, INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © FOX MUSIC, INC.
Odds Of Even
Stare in the face of the grim death
Screaming monsters bring me to deafness
My dagger and swagger are useless in the faze of the mirror
When the mirror is made of my face
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons
Hide your heart in your gut (in your gut)
But for what? (But for what?)
When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow
On death row, soon now all of your secrets are shown
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
Screaming monsters bring me to deafness
My dagger and swagger are useless in the faze of the mirror
When the mirror is made of my face
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons
Hide your heart in your gut (in your gut)
But for what? (But for what?)
When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow
On death row, soon now all of your secrets are shown
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
Writer: Tyler Lee Bates, Brian Hugh Warner
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Day 3
Stare in the face of the grim death
Screaming monsters bring me to deafness
My dagger and swagger are useless in the faze of the mirror
When the mirror is made of my face
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms of demons
Hide yo heart in yo gut
But for what? When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow
On death row, soon now all of your secrets are shown
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms of demons
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
Screaming monsters bring me to deafness
My dagger and swagger are useless in the faze of the mirror
When the mirror is made of my face
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms of demons
Hide yo heart in yo gut
But for what? When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow
On death row, soon now all of your secrets are shown
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms of demons
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
Writer: BRIAN HUGH WARNER, TYLER LEE BATES
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Fated Fateful Fatal
I don't know if I can open up
I've been opened enough
I don't know if I can open up
I'm not a birthday present
I'm aggressive regressive
The past is over
And passive scenes so pathetic
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Don't know if I can open up
I been opened too much
Double cross glossed over in my path-os
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I've been opened enough
I don't know if I can open up
I'm not a birthday present
I'm aggressive regressive
The past is over
And passive scenes so pathetic
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Don't know if I can open up
I been opened too much
Double cross glossed over in my path-os
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Writer: BRIAN HUGH WARNER, TYLER LEE BATES
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Fall Of The House Of Death
We've only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name disintegrated from my lips
We've only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name disintegrated from my lips
I can't decide if you wear me out or wear me well
I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name and disintegrated from my lips
I got bullets
In the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets
In the booth
Rather be your victim, than to be with you, oh
I've reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name disintegrated from my lips
Rather be your victim, than to be with you, oh oh oh
I can already see your name disintegrated from my lips
We've only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name disintegrated from my lips
I can't decide if you wear me out or wear me well
I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name and disintegrated from my lips
I got bullets
In the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets
In the booth
Rather be your victim, than to be with you, oh
I've reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name disintegrated from my lips
Rather be your victim, than to be with you, oh oh oh
Writer: BRIAN HUGH WARNER, TYLER LEE BATES
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
The Pale Emperor is the ninth studio album by American rock band Marilyn Manson. It was released on January 15, 2015, through lead singer Marilyn Manson's Hell, etc. label, and distributed in the United States by Loma Vista Recordings and internationally by Cooking Vinyl. The album was issued in standard and deluxe editions on CD and double LP vinyl, and as a limited edition box set. The standard version of the album contains ten tracks; the deluxe edition includes three acoustic versions as bonus tracks.
Produced by Manson and newcomer Tyler Bates, who Manson met through their mutual involvement in the TV series Californication, The Pale Emperor eschews the band's usual industrial rock style in favor of a sparser, blues rock-influenced sound. The album features drummer Gil Sharone, formerly of Stolen Babies and The Dillinger Escape Plan. It was the first album since his return to the band in 2008 to not include songwriting or performance contributions from bassist Twiggy Ramirez, who was busy with his own projects. The album is dedicated to Manson's mother, who died of Alzheimer's disease during production.
The album was released to positive reviews from music critics. Several writers referred to it as the band's best album in over a decade, and multiple publications ranked it as one of the best albums of 2015. It was also a commercial success, debuting at number eight on the Billboard 200 with the band's highest opening week sales since Eat Me, Drink Me (2007). It topped Billboard's Hard Rock Albums chart, as well as the national albums chart in Switzerland, and peaked within the top ten in fifteen other countries.
Three official singles were released, "Third Day of a Seven Day Binge", "Cupid Carries a Gun" and "Deep Six"; the latter became the band's highest-peaking single on Billboard's Mainstream Rock Chart; "The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles" and "The Devil Beneath My Feet" have been released as promotional singles. The album was supported by The Hell Not Hallelujah Tour, which was interspersed with two co-headlining tours: The End Times with The Smashing Pumpkins, and a summer 2016 tour with Slipknot.
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Marilyn MansonProduced by Manson and newcomer Tyler Bates, who Manson met through their mutual involvement in the TV series Californication, The Pale Emperor eschews the band's usual industrial rock style in favor of a sparser, blues rock-influenced sound. The album features drummer Gil Sharone, formerly of Stolen Babies and The Dillinger Escape Plan. It was the first album since his return to the band in 2008 to not include songwriting or performance contributions from bassist Twiggy Ramirez, who was busy with his own projects. The album is dedicated to Manson's mother, who died of Alzheimer's disease during production.
The album was released to positive reviews from music critics. Several writers referred to it as the band's best album in over a decade, and multiple publications ranked it as one of the best albums of 2015. It was also a commercial success, debuting at number eight on the Billboard 200 with the band's highest opening week sales since Eat Me, Drink Me (2007). It topped Billboard's Hard Rock Albums chart, as well as the national albums chart in Switzerland, and peaked within the top ten in fifteen other countries.
Three official singles were released, "Third Day of a Seven Day Binge", "Cupid Carries a Gun" and "Deep Six"; the latter became the band's highest-peaking single on Billboard's Mainstream Rock Chart; "The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles" and "The Devil Beneath My Feet" have been released as promotional singles. The album was supported by The Hell Not Hallelujah Tour, which was interspersed with two co-headlining tours: The End Times with The Smashing Pumpkins, and a summer 2016 tour with Slipknot.
Genre(s): Alternative rock, blues rock, hard rock
Producer(s): Marilyn Manson, Tyler Bates
Length: 52:00
Released: January 15th, 2015
Year: 2015