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Marilyn Manson Portrait Of An American Family

real head They try to blink me not to think me Don't want to bring me out I am the rotten teeth, my fists are lined with suckers My prison skins an eyesore

Burn the witches, burn the witches Don't take time to sew your your stitches Burn the witches, burn the witches Good is the thing that you favor, evil

: There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing Is it raining

: Cyclops woman got one eye in her head Mascera-clotted vision she is fed Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all She got a pin-prick-spiral hole She

: Goddamn your righteous hand I eat innocent meat The housewife I will beat The prolife I will kill What you won't do I will I bash myself to sleep What

: Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake Feed it to us to squirm in our bellies Twisting our guts make our spines

: On we plow The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest Try to tell me, tell me he's the best But I don't really give a good goddamn cause I got

head They try to blink me not to think me Don't want to bring me out I am the rotten teeth, my fists are lined with suckers My prison skin's an eyesore

: Her heart shivers in my hand, she's melting on me like cotton candy I make the faces that make you cry, I want you more when afraid of my disease,