I can stick a needle in the horror and fix your blindness
(Your blindness, see I)
See, I was a snake
But I didn't realize that you could walk on water (I didn't)
Without legs
(Walk on water without legs)
Now I'm a bee, the king bee
And I will destroy every flower (I will destroy every flower)
And I will cover the earth in honey (cover the earth in honey)
And everyone will eat themselves
(And everyone will eat themselves)
My eyes are mirrors
All I can see are gods on the left
And demons on the right
Set fire to the tree of life
Not for death
Just to watch the suffering
Get high on the smoke and dance
In the ashes
This arrangement is deranged
Imagine us engaged in flames
This arrangement is deranged
Imagine us engaged in flames
Red, black and I'm blue
Red, black and I'm blue
Red, black and I'm blue
Red
Black
And I'm blue
Am I garbage or God?
Am I garbage or God?
Church or a trashcan?
Either way you're a waste of my time
This arrangement is deranged (deranged)
Imagine us engaged in flames
This arrangement is deranged
Imagine us engaged in flames
Heroes destroy
Murder without a choice
Just linear f*cking lines
('Cause I'm) Red, black and I'm blue
Red, black and I'm blue
Am I garbage or God?
Am I garbage or God?
Church or a trashcan?
Either way you're a waste of my time
Am I garbage or God?
Am I garbage or God?
Church or a trashcan?
Either way you're a waste of my time
Red, black and I'm blue
Sick-sick-sick of you
And all your attitudes
And I'm sick-sick-sick of you
Sick-sick-sick of you
And all your attitudes
And I'm sick from you
And I'm sick from you
'Cause I'm red, black, blue
(Am I garbage or God? Am I garbage or God?)
(Church or a trashcan?)
I'm red, black and I'm blue
(Either way you're a waste of my time)
I'm red, black and I'm blue
(Am I garbage or God? Am I garbage or God?)
(Church or a trashcan?)
I'm red, black and I'm blue
(Either way you're a waste of my time)
I'm red, black and I'm blue
Marilyn Manson - WE ARE CHAOS Album Lyrics
Marilyn Manson - WE ARE CHAOS Lyrics
Writer: Brian Hugh Warner, Waylon Albright Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
WE ARE CHAOS
If you say that we're ill
Give us your pill
Hope we'll just go away
But once you've inhaled death
Everything else is perfume
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could end up your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could end up your misery
In the end we all end up in a garbage dump
But I'll be the one that's holding your hand
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could be your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
Marry with the left hand
So far, so far from the maddening crowd
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
Am I a man or a show, or moment
The man in the moon
Or a man of all seasons
Will I be in at the kill
With you?
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick
Give us your pill
Hope we'll just go away
But once you've inhaled death
Everything else is perfume
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could end up your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could end up your misery
In the end we all end up in a garbage dump
But I'll be the one that's holding your hand
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I could be your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
Marry with the left hand
So far, so far from the maddening crowd
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
Am I a man or a show, or moment
The man in the moon
Or a man of all seasons
Will I be in at the kill
With you?
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, f*cked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick
Writer: Brian Hugh Warner, Waylon Albright Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
DONT CHASE THE DEAD
Angels in exile
Here lies the dead
An ice cream truck in your inferno
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
No tomorrow
I got my tickets to Hell
I know you so well
And I know you wanna be there too
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
No tomorrow
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
Here lies the dead
An ice cream truck in your inferno
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
No tomorrow
I got my tickets to Hell
I know you so well
And I know you wanna be there too
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
No tomorrow
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
If tonight lasts forever
It won't matter if there's no tomorrow
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
Don't chase the dead
Or they'll end up chasing you
Writer: Brian Warner, Shooter Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
PAINT YOU WITH MY LOVE
Honky-tonk devils glitter in
Like royal rats in kitten skin
And all the blondes drop their panties and cry
To the father's first lullaby
So let me paint you with my love
With my love, with my love
To kill the man behind the crowd
Would be viewed as amateur
Because the king is invisible
The king is invisible
And death is a profession
So let me paint you with my love
With my love, with my love
It's not a life sentence
But a death dream for you
It's not a life sentence
But a death dream for you
It's not a life sentence
But a death dream for you
It's not a life sentence
But a death dream for you
It's not a life sentence
But a death dream for you
Like royal rats in kitten skin
And all the blondes drop their panties and cry
To the father's first lullaby
So let me paint you with my love
With my love, with my love
To kill the man behind the crowd
Would be viewed as amateur
Because the king is invisible
The king is invisible
And death is a profession
So let me paint you with my love
With my love, with my love
It's not a life sentence
But a death dream for you
It's not a life sentence
But a death dream for you
It's not a life sentence
But a death dream for you
It's not a life sentence
But a death dream for you
It's not a life sentence
But a death dream for you
Writer: Brian Hugh Warner, Shooter Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
HALF-WAY and ONE STEP FORWARD
Smell your blood
It's like a carnival, or state fair
Skin is cotton candy
So easy to melt in my mouth
Don't wanna know
Don't need to know
You got champagne problems
Don't wanna know
Don't need to know
You got champagne problems
I need a raincoat for tomorrow
I need a raincoat for tomorrow
It's about how much people cry
When you die
It's not about the storm of tears
That you make when you're alive
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Ring all the bells you can ring
There's a crack in everything
That's how the sunlight gets in
Ring all the bells you can ring
There's a crack in everything
That's how the sunlight gets in
Don't wanna know
Don't need to know
You got champagne problems
Don't wanna know
Don't need to know
You got champagne problems
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Don't wanna know (half-way and one step forward)
Don't need to know (past the point of no return)
You got champagne problems (half-way and one step forward)
Don't wanna know (half-way and one step forward)
Don't need to know (past the point of no return)
You got champagne problems (half-way and one step forward)
Past the point of no return
It's like a carnival, or state fair
Skin is cotton candy
So easy to melt in my mouth
Don't wanna know
Don't need to know
You got champagne problems
Don't wanna know
Don't need to know
You got champagne problems
I need a raincoat for tomorrow
I need a raincoat for tomorrow
It's about how much people cry
When you die
It's not about the storm of tears
That you make when you're alive
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Ring all the bells you can ring
There's a crack in everything
That's how the sunlight gets in
Ring all the bells you can ring
There's a crack in everything
That's how the sunlight gets in
Don't wanna know
Don't need to know
You got champagne problems
Don't wanna know
Don't need to know
You got champagne problems
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Half-way and one step forward
Past the point of no return
Don't wanna know (half-way and one step forward)
Don't need to know (past the point of no return)
You got champagne problems (half-way and one step forward)
Don't wanna know (half-way and one step forward)
Don't need to know (past the point of no return)
You got champagne problems (half-way and one step forward)
Past the point of no return
Writer: Brian Hugh Warner, Shooter Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
INFINITE DARKNESS
My dirty dreams are filled with ghosts
Drowning in a shallow puddle
My muck and mud is thicker than the quickest of my demons
Fast and ghastly
Fast and ghastly
Fast and ghastly
And unforgiving
Someone's gonna die soon
Don't get in the way
You're not the hero
You're not the hero
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
First class on the astral plane
Just 'cause you're famous doesn't mean you're worth anything
In this world or the next one or the one before
'Cause I'm not forgiving
Not forgiving (said I'm not forgiving)
Not forgiving (said I'm not forgiving)
I'm fast and ghastly (fast and ghastly)
Someone's gonna die soon
Don't get in the way
You're not the hero
Not the hero
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
Black is real, you can't hide
Hearts are the darkest
When you see without the sun
Black is real, you can't hide
Hearts are the darkest
When you see without the sun
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead
Black is real, you can't hide
Hearts are the darkest
When you see without the sun
Black is real, you can't hide
Hearts are the darkest
When you see without the sun
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead
Drowning in a shallow puddle
My muck and mud is thicker than the quickest of my demons
Fast and ghastly
Fast and ghastly
Fast and ghastly
And unforgiving
Someone's gonna die soon
Don't get in the way
You're not the hero
You're not the hero
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
First class on the astral plane
Just 'cause you're famous doesn't mean you're worth anything
In this world or the next one or the one before
'Cause I'm not forgiving
Not forgiving (said I'm not forgiving)
Not forgiving (said I'm not forgiving)
I'm fast and ghastly (fast and ghastly)
Someone's gonna die soon
Don't get in the way
You're not the hero
Not the hero
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
Black is real, you can't hide
Hearts are the darkest
When you see without the sun
Black is real, you can't hide
Hearts are the darkest
When you see without the sun
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead
Black is real, you can't hide
Hearts are the darkest
When you see without the sun
Black is real, you can't hide
Hearts are the darkest
When you see without the sun
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead longer than you're alive
You're dead
Writer: Brian Hugh Warner, Shooter Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
PERFUME
Get behind me
Get behind me
Get behind me, Satan
Get behind me
Get behind me
Get behind me, Satan
So you wear your damage on your sleeve
But don't worry
It's all just tongue and cheek, yeah
Not a victim of fashion
More fascist than vogue
'Cause victim is chic
You're as famous as your pain
Victim is chic, yeah
If you conjure the devil
You better make sure
You got a bed for him to sleep in
If you conjure the devil
You better make sure
You got a bed for him to sleep in
Buckshot, glitter perfume
Is something you never want to wear
In your hair will be brains
And this shit won't be the same
Get behind me
Get behind me
Get behind me, Satan (and this shit won't be the same)
If you conjure the devil
You better make sure
You got a bed for him to sleep in
If you conjure the devil
You better make sure
You got a bed for him to sleep in
Get behind me
Get behind me
Get behind me, Satan
Am I Superman?
Am I superstitious?
Am I Superman?
Am I superstitious?
Am I Superman?
Am I superstitious?
Am I Superman?
Am I superstitious?
Get behind me
Get behind me
Get behind me, Satan
Get behind me
Get behind me, Satan
Get behind me
Get behind me
Get behind me, Satan
So you wear your damage on your sleeve
But don't worry
It's all just tongue and cheek, yeah
Not a victim of fashion
More fascist than vogue
'Cause victim is chic
You're as famous as your pain
Victim is chic, yeah
If you conjure the devil
You better make sure
You got a bed for him to sleep in
If you conjure the devil
You better make sure
You got a bed for him to sleep in
Buckshot, glitter perfume
Is something you never want to wear
In your hair will be brains
And this shit won't be the same
Get behind me
Get behind me
Get behind me, Satan (and this shit won't be the same)
If you conjure the devil
You better make sure
You got a bed for him to sleep in
If you conjure the devil
You better make sure
You got a bed for him to sleep in
Get behind me
Get behind me
Get behind me, Satan
Am I Superman?
Am I superstitious?
Am I Superman?
Am I superstitious?
Am I Superman?
Am I superstitious?
Am I Superman?
Am I superstitious?
Get behind me
Get behind me
Get behind me, Satan
Writer: Brian Hugh Warner, Shooter Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
KEEP MY HEAD TOGETHER
Do we get what we deserve?
Or do we deserve what we get?
Steal from the last, f*ck the past
Here is your present, let's take the future
Do we get what we deserve?
Or do we deserve what we get?
Steal from the last, f*ck the past
Here is your present, let's take the future
Don't try changing someone else
You'll just end up changing yourself
I keep my head together
Better keep your head together
You hand me a shovel and expect me to dig my own grave
You hand me a shovel and expect me to dig my own grave
Don't try changing someone else
You'll just end up changing yourself
I keep my head together
Better keep your head together
I f*ckin' love you
I love f*ckin' you
I eat glass
And I spit diamonds
I f*ckin' love you
I love f*ckin' you
I eat glass
And I spit diamonds
I f*ckin' love you
I love f*ckin' you
I eat glass
And I spit diamonds
Don't try changing someone else
You'll just end up changing yourself
I keep my head together
Better keep your head together
Keep my head together
Keep my head together
Keep my head together
Solve coagula
Or do we deserve what we get?
Steal from the last, f*ck the past
Here is your present, let's take the future
Do we get what we deserve?
Or do we deserve what we get?
Steal from the last, f*ck the past
Here is your present, let's take the future
Don't try changing someone else
You'll just end up changing yourself
I keep my head together
Better keep your head together
You hand me a shovel and expect me to dig my own grave
You hand me a shovel and expect me to dig my own grave
Don't try changing someone else
You'll just end up changing yourself
I keep my head together
Better keep your head together
I f*ckin' love you
I love f*ckin' you
I eat glass
And I spit diamonds
I f*ckin' love you
I love f*ckin' you
I eat glass
And I spit diamonds
I f*ckin' love you
I love f*ckin' you
I eat glass
And I spit diamonds
Don't try changing someone else
You'll just end up changing yourself
I keep my head together
Better keep your head together
Keep my head together
Keep my head together
Keep my head together
Solve coagula
Writer: Brian Hugh Warner, Shooter Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
SOLVE COAGULA
You are the one
Tore off both your arms
Gouged out your eyes
And ripped out your own tongue
So listen
I'm not special, I'm just broken
And I don't wanna be fixed
No one else I
No one else I
Wanna be like
So I stayed the same
Like nobody else
So you think you can sing or clap
Well, all you need is an ear
So listen
I'm not special, I'm just broken
And I don't wanna be fixed
No one else I
No one else I
Wanna be like
So I stayed the same
Like nobody else
No one else I
No one else I
Wanna be like
So I stayed the same
Like nobody else
No one else I
No one else I
Wanna be like
So I stayed the same
Like nobody else
No one else I
No one else I
Wanna be like
So I stayed the same
Like nobody else
I'm not special, I'm just
Broken and I don't wanna be fixed
I'm not special, I'm just
Broken and I don't wanna be fixed
I'm not special, I'm just
Broken and I don't wanna be fixed
I'm not special, I'm just
Broken and I don't wanna be fixed
I'm not special, I'm just
Broken and I don't wanna be fixed
Tore off both your arms
Gouged out your eyes
And ripped out your own tongue
So listen
I'm not special, I'm just broken
And I don't wanna be fixed
No one else I
No one else I
Wanna be like
So I stayed the same
Like nobody else
So you think you can sing or clap
Well, all you need is an ear
So listen
I'm not special, I'm just broken
And I don't wanna be fixed
No one else I
No one else I
Wanna be like
So I stayed the same
Like nobody else
No one else I
No one else I
Wanna be like
So I stayed the same
Like nobody else
No one else I
No one else I
Wanna be like
So I stayed the same
Like nobody else
No one else I
No one else I
Wanna be like
So I stayed the same
Like nobody else
I'm not special, I'm just
Broken and I don't wanna be fixed
I'm not special, I'm just
Broken and I don't wanna be fixed
I'm not special, I'm just
Broken and I don't wanna be fixed
I'm not special, I'm just
Broken and I don't wanna be fixed
I'm not special, I'm just
Broken and I don't wanna be fixed
Writer: Brian Hugh Warner, Shooter Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
BROKEN NEEDLE
So close your eyes
It's only a dream
When you wake up
Rinse off all this pain
And your makeup
Stare into the mirror
Apples are always something to fear
Are you alright?
'Cause I'm not okay
All of these lies
Are not worth fighting for
Are you alright?
'Cause I'm not okay
All of these lies
Are not worth fighting for
I am a needle
Dig in your grooves
Scratch you up
Then I'll put you away
I am a needle
Dig in your grooves
Scratch you up
Then I'll put you away
It won't be death
But a deep sleep
A curse of a hundred years
The princess will fall (the princess will fall)
The princess will fall
The princess will fall into a slumber for a century
Are you alright?
'Cause I'm not okay
All of these lies
Are not worth fighting for
Are you alright?
'Cause I'm not okay
All of these lies
Are not worth fighting for
(Not worth fighting for)
(Fighting for)
(Fighting for)
I am a needle
Dig in your grooves
Scratch you up
Then I'll put you away
I am a needle
Dig in your grooves
Scratch you up
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
I'll never ever play you again
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
Then I'll put you away
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
It's only a dream
When you wake up
Rinse off all this pain
And your makeup
Stare into the mirror
Apples are always something to fear
Are you alright?
'Cause I'm not okay
All of these lies
Are not worth fighting for
Are you alright?
'Cause I'm not okay
All of these lies
Are not worth fighting for
I am a needle
Dig in your grooves
Scratch you up
Then I'll put you away
I am a needle
Dig in your grooves
Scratch you up
Then I'll put you away
It won't be death
But a deep sleep
A curse of a hundred years
The princess will fall (the princess will fall)
The princess will fall
The princess will fall into a slumber for a century
Are you alright?
'Cause I'm not okay
All of these lies
Are not worth fighting for
Are you alright?
'Cause I'm not okay
All of these lies
Are not worth fighting for
(Not worth fighting for)
(Fighting for)
(Fighting for)
I am a needle
Dig in your grooves
Scratch you up
Then I'll put you away
I am a needle
Dig in your grooves
Scratch you up
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
I'll never ever play you again
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
Then I'll put you away
Then I'll put you away
Then I'll put you away
I'll never ever play you again
Writer: Brian Hugh Warner, Shooter Jennings
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
We Are Chaos (stylized in all caps) is the eleventh studio album by American rock band Marilyn Manson. It was produced by Marilyn Manson and Shooter Jennings, and was released on September 11, 2020, by Loma Vista Recordings and Concord Music. The title track and "Don't Chase the Dead" were both issued as singles.
The album was a critical and commercial success upon release, garnering mostly positive reviews and becoming their first number one album in Portugal, and their first number one record in Australia since 1998's Mechanical Animals.
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Marilyn MansonThe album was a critical and commercial success upon release, garnering mostly positive reviews and becoming their first number one album in Portugal, and their first number one record in Australia since 1998's Mechanical Animals.
Genre(s): Post-punk, gothic rock, industrial rock
Producer(s): Marilyn Manson, Shooter Jennings
Length: 42:27
Released: September 11th, 2020
Year: 2020