Marilyn Manson – We Are Chaos


If you say that we’re ill
Just 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, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can’t be cured
We are sick, fucked 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 mad’ning crowd

We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can’t be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can’t be cured

Am I 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, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can’t be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can’t be cured

We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can’t be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can’t be cured

We are sick

 


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