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Heaven Upside DownHeaven Upside Down

The Pale EmperorThe Pale Emperor

Born VillainBorn Villain

The High End Of LowThe High End Of Low

EAT ME, DRINK MEEAT ME, DRINK ME

Lest We Forget The Best OfLest We Forget The Best Of

The Golden Age of GrotesqueThe Golden Age of Grotesque

Holy WoodHoly Wood

Last Tour On EarthLast Tour On Earth

Mechanical AnimalsMechanical Animals

Remix and RepentRemix and Repent

Antichrist SuperstarAntichrist Superstar

Smells Like ChildrenSmells Like Children

Portrait of an American FamilyPortrait of an American Family

-- HEY, CRUEL WORLD...

hey, cruel world...
you donít have what it takes
we donít need your faith.
weíve got fucking fate.

hey, cruel world...
you donít have what it takes
we donít need your faith.
weíve got fucking fate.

Creator
Preserver
Destroyer
Ask which one I am.
Thereís no drugged-out devils or
square-halo angels
walking among us.

I am among no one
I am among no one
I am among no one
no one

hey, cruel world...
you donít have what it takes
we donít need your faith.
weíve got fucking fate.
Fate
Fate
Fate

the center of the universe
cannot exist
when there are no,
no edges
the center of the universe
cannot exist
when there are no,
no edges

hey, cruel world...
you donít have what it takes
we donít need your faith.
weíve got fucking fate.
Fate
Fate
Fate

Fate
fate, fate, fate
fate, fate, fate

I am among no one
I am among no one
I am among no one
no one

hey, cruel world...
you donít have what it takes
we donít need your faith.
weíve got fucking fate.
Fate
Fate
Fate
Fate
Fate
Fate

-- NO REFLECTION

Crushing
Cheating
Changing

Am I deaf or dead?
Is this constricting construction,
or just streets with rusty signs,
of something violent
coming?

This will hurt you
worse than me.
I’m weak,
7 days i’m weak.
Don’t run from me.
I won’t bother
counting 1, 2, 3…

I don’t know which me that I love
I’ve got no reflection
I don’t know which me that I love
I’ve got no reflection

I can show myself
how to make a noose.
A gun’s cliche,
and a razor too.
I’m not a death-trip vacation
vacant station,
made of scars
and filled with my old wounds.

This will hurt you
worse than me.
I’m weak,
7 days i’m weak.
Don’t run from me.
I won’t bother
counting 1, 2, 3…

I don’t know which me that I love
I’ve got no reflection
I don’t know which me that I love
I’ve got no reflection

YouÖ
you don’t even want to know
what I’m gonna do to you
you don’t even want to know
what I’m gonna do to you

I don’t know which me that I love
I’ve got no reflection
I don’t know which me that I love
I’ve got no reflection
no reflection
no reflection
I’ve got no reflection

-- PISTOL WHIPPED

You look so pretty
when you cry.
Don’t wanna hit you
but the only thing,
between our love is
(1) a bloody nose
(2) a busted lip
and
(3) a blackened eye

You look so pretty
when you cry.
Don’t wanna hit you
but the only thing,
between our love is
(1) a bloody nose
(2) a busted lip
and
(3) a blackened eye

You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped
You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped

(cock, cock, cock it)

When I undo my belt,
you melt and you walk away
with a red, red, red welt
(or so they say)

When I undo my belt,
you melt and you walk away
with a red, red, red welt
(or so they say)

You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped
You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped

I wanna have your ache
and beat you too
I wanna have your ache
and beat you too
I wanna have your ache
and beat you too
I wanna have your ache
and beat you too

You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped
You’re a little pistol
and I’m fucking pistol whipped

(cock, cock, cock it)

-- OVERNEATH THE PATH OF MISERY

“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. ”
- William Shakespeare

Stare into my Kodak Rome
Jack-hammer ice eyes
I never thought you’d see
the asphalt crack, crack, crack
like black eggshell

Don’t ever say I never warned
you from the start
Don’t ever say I never warned
you from the start
You’re not a shovel
and I’m not your dirt

Is there any way to unswallow
my pride?
Can I fuck myself down?
Why die,
when you can kill the father?
Dad is missing an ‘e’

No Macbeth
confessed Oedipus,
no longer present tense
No Macbeth
confessed Oedipus,
no longer present tense

No no no no no reason
No no no no no reason
No no no no no reason

High and overneath
High and overneath

I won’t regret
letting you live
even if you forgot
what you never
saved me from.
So I say ‘whatever’
or fornever

for for for for for fornever
for for for for for fornever
or for for for for fornever
‘whatever’

The Rape of Persephone
was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks
The Rape of Persephone
was a marketing scheme
rape rape rape per so phony
rape rape rape per so phony
rape rape rape per so phony
rape rape rape per so phony

High and overneath
High and overneath

overneath
overneath
overblown
unbeloved
cannot be low
overneath
overneath
overblown
unbeloved
cannot be low

from the top of my lungs
to the bottom of my heart
i scream
at the chasm in between
and the path of misery
from the top of my lungs
to the bottom of my heart
i scream
at the chasm in between
and the path of misery

High and overneath
High and overneath

No no no no no reason
No no no no no reason
No no no no no reason

-- SLO-MO-TION

You’ve got your
Hell’s teeth
smiling at you.
It keeps your brain safe,
as it all eats at your faceÖ

But don’t worry,
we’ll ‘blur it out’
and no one
ever will know,
oh
no, oh oh oh

This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion
This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion

SLO-MO-TION

Pump in the laughter
of dead-audience applause
and TEENAGE RAPE candidates
I think we got ourselves
a ‘real hit’
Don’t we wish
that we had something
more than hate
and morbid panic?
Morbid panic.
Hate and morbid panic?

This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion
This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion

SLO-MO-TION

I’m the host with Vaseline
I hide behind bullet-proof glass
and I can feel your tits
with my brand new camera
(equipped with a flash)
fast-food-nude
I hate you all
but somehow
you find meÖ
incredibly charming

This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion
(incredibly charming)
This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion

SLO-MO-TION
(incredibly charming)
SLO-MO-TION
(incredibly charming)

This is my beautiful show
and everything is shot
in slo-motion

-- THE GARDENER

I’m not man enough to be human
but I’m trying to fit in
and I’m learning to fake it

Don’t ever meet their friends
It tells you too much
or not enough
or worse
exactly the wrong thing
every nuance
every detail
every movement
every smell
sound
phrase
inflection
the way she laughs
these are all the things you either obsessively fetishize
or make yourself grow to love
although you are supposed to be done growing
she is still growing
it’s like a garden with two flowers
one just blooming and casting a shadow
just like yours
and then it becomes struggle
of sunlight
or rain
or weeds
she and every she
is doomed to be your idea of her
she and every she
is doomed to be your idea of her

I’m not man enough to be human
but I’m trying to fit in
and I’m learning to fa fa fa fake it

but worse so,
back to the point
you are no longer the flower
and the sun
and most importantly the garden
or the gardener

a muse
the amusement
i am used
it’s all ruined if you meet their friends

she and every she
is doomed to be your idea of her
she and every she
is doomed to be your idea of her
I’m not man enough to be human
but I’m trying to fit in
and I’m learning to fa fa fa fake it
fa fa fa fa fa fake it
fa fa fa fa fa fake it
fa fa fa fa fa fake it
ffffffffffffffa fa fa fake it

you never wanted
to share
your concept of your creation
with any other gods or worshippers
your book isn’t burned
it was never written
your book isn’t burned
it was never written

I’m not man enough to be human
but I’m trying to fit in
and I’m learning to fa fa fa fake it
fa fa fa fa fa fake it
fa fa fa fa fa fake it
fa fa fa fa fa fake it
fa fa fa fa fa fake it

ffffffffffffffa fa fa fake it

-- THE FLOWERS OF EVIL

The day they covered us in the dirt
like stars in the ground
that will grow into dead flowers
The day they covered us in the dirt
like stars in the ground
that will grow into dead flowers

Your body’s on me
like sleepless spiders.
Your touch is so empty
Your touch is so empty

Your bodies on me like
sleepless spiders.
Your touch is so empty
Your touch is so empty
Your touch is so empty
Your touch is so empty

I’ve been running
from the bloodless
for fear of exile
for all of my sorceries
that shun the light
shun the light
I’ve been running
from the bloodless
for fear of exile
for all of my sorceries
that shun the light
shun the light

The day they covered us in the dirt
like scars in the ground
that will grow into dead flowers
The day they covered us in the dirt
like scars in the ground
that will grow into dead flowers

I’ve been running
from the bloodless
for fear of exile
for all of my sorceries
that shun the light
shun the light
I’ve been running
from the bloodless
for fear of exile
for all of my sorceries
that shun the light
shun the light
light
light
light
light

-- CHILDREN OF CAIN

Sacrifice wonít suffice
resurrection needs your death
to happen twice
fall on my heart
and burn and forge
your tortured black-smitten
into the sharpest, fucking sword

donít assume that Iím always with you
Itís just where my mortal body happens to be

No Sineater to slay
Us Children of Cain
Watching monkey suicide,
Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away

Christ consciousness
manifest to the Golden Ratio
5 or 500 years ago
We were 15 foot high
And to die
was a Bardot Bridge(t)
We never thought weíd cross
To burn down behind and below

No Sineater to slay
Us Children of Cain
Watching monkey suicide,
Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away

donít assume that Iím always with you
Itís just where my mortal body happens to be

So take your little black book
I see the way that you look into it
Iíll eat it and Iíll cut my tongue
And all the pages you spread,
‘Sweet as honey,’ you said
But Iím choking on your bitter stories

No Sineater to slay
Us Children of Cain
Watching monkey suicide,
Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away

-- DISENGAGED

And I could look into the
crowded morgue of mistakes
the sun stopped its smile
and frowned on me too
my re-built/re-mastered heart
is smashed into its faces
and its face is confused

I cut my throat in two
I said “sorry” to you,
for being a fool
but I didn’t want forgiveness.
It was regret,
not an apology
it was regret
regret
regret

Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged
Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged

you’re with me, against me
but the only thing forever is hate

I forget what i saw
before and after that day
I’d trade all I was worth
to make myself into
the handsomest gun
and put the diamond bullet
into your
404 ERROR face

Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged
Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged

you’re with me, against me
but the only thing forever is hate

and I’m an event,
and everybody knows
you decide if you can live,
or you decide to let someone
decide for you

Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged
Dis
Dis
Dis
Disengaged

you’re with me, against me
but the only thing forever is hate

-- LAY DOWN YOUR GODDAMN ARMS

Iím not of this world
youíre not in this heart
this isnít in me
Iím not of this world
youíre not in this heart
this isnít in me

To open this box
you canít shoot the lock
I hide everything
so you canít see

Wanna fight?
Wanna fuck?
Wanna die?
Try your luck…
Lay down your goddamn arms

Wanna fight?
Wanna fuck?
Wanna die?
Try your luck…
Lay down your goddamn arms

There isnít a key,
you can use on me
There isnít a key,
so lay down your arms
arms
arms

Youíre a book
every page is written
in words
I cannot read

So i burn
gotta burn
gotta burn
gotta burn it

So i burn
gotta burn
gotta burn
gotta burn it

Wanna fight?
Wanna fuck?
Wanna die?
Try your luck…
Lay down your goddamn arms

There isnít a key,
you can use on me
There isnít a key,
so lay down your arms

There isnít a key,
you can use on me
There isnít a key,
so lay down your arms

arms
arms

So i burn
gotta burn
gotta burn
gotta burn it

-- MURDERERS ARE GETTING PRETTIER EVERY DAY

Do you always
have to hire actors,
to play the devils
that talk me
out of my
sui-sites?

Youíre just
a ring tone,
that happens when
you get sick enough
to call the one
with bullet holes,
bullet holes for eyes

Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone elseís angels
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone elseís angels

I broke open the box
when I spoke the spell
and I became
an entrance wound
to your bedroom grave,
and I was paid
with the shadow of consensual rape
Your ransom note
is quoted by,
your death and
birth certificates
and all of your love,
and all of your love letters
read just like my will

Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone elseís angels
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone elseís angels

I donít have to see
to know that murderers
are getting prettier
every day
I donít have to see
to know that murderers
are getting prettier
every day

Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone elseís angels

-- BORN VILLAIN

I could give you a dozen
fresh,
cut,
pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
would grow to become

I could give you a dozen
fresh,
cut,
pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
would grow to become

become become
become become
be be be become

you’ll have to cut it down
and burn me into splinters
or I’ll unwrap the string
that was me,
around your finger.
And I’ll hang you in
your bedroom burial ground

there is a taste for blood
and it’s something deep inside
there is a taste for blood
and it’s deep inside

become become
become become
be be be become

I donít ever want god
to hear our screams
and mistake them for prayers.
And you know Iím loaded
but not which chamber
touch me and iíll go
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click

there is a taste for blood
and it’s something deep inside
there is a taste for blood
and it’s deep inside

become become
become become
be be be become

And you know Iím loaded
But not which chamber
Touch me and iíll go
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click

I’m born villain
don’t pretend to be a victim
I’m born villain
don’t pretend to be a victim
I’m born villain
don’t pretend to be a victim
I’m born villain
don’t pretend to be a victim

-- BREAKING THE SAME OLD GROUND

And then I found how to be what you want
when I was out looking for something new

Digging too deep
and now itís too late
we just keep on
breaking the same old ground

So you think that I asked for this
well, let me show you
what I think of your lips
And you think that I asked for this
come on,
use your fist

And then I found how to be what you want
when I was out looking for something new

Digging too deep
and now itís too late
we just keep on
breaking the same old ground

So you think that I asked for this
well, let me show you
what I think of your lips
And you think that I asked for this
come on,
use your fist

When I found how to be what you want
I was out looking for something new
digging too deep
now itís too late
we just keep on
breaking the same old ground
breaking the same old ground
shhhhhhÖ
shhhhhh…

I am owned by death
and
Iím in love with oblivion

I am owned by death
and
Iím in love with oblivion