Lletres: Marilyn Manson. Diamonds and Pollen.
Diamonds and pollen, America bled to death
Electric and pregnant, brilliant sluts and fire worship
Devouring the righteous, we were just monkeys braiding thread
We were golden needles, diamonds and pollen
And Coma White, a mannequin of depression
The face of the dead star, fagged out for the corner
She was so soft in the bed
And the pomegranate earth spins into oblivion
The one that trembles, the one that fears
The one that suffers, the one that vomits
The one that needs
The one that trembles, the one that fears
The one that suffers, the one that vomits
The one that needs
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens
And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do
And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens
And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do
And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens
And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do
Electric and pregnant, brilliant sluts and fire worship
Devouring the righteous, we were just monkeys braiding thread
We were golden needles, diamonds and pollen
And Coma White, a mannequin of depression
The face of the dead star, fagged out for the corner
She was so soft in the bed
And the pomegranate earth spins into oblivion
The one that trembles, the one that fears
The one that suffers, the one that vomits
The one that needs
The one that trembles, the one that fears
The one that suffers, the one that vomits
The one that needs
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
A million scars, a million promises
And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens
And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do
And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens
And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do
And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens
And they're waiting to grow and to die like flowers do
Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson