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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

-- GodEatGod

Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down
and hold yourself

Dear god do you want to climb of that tree
meat in the shape of a 'T'

Dear god the paper says you were the King
in the black limousine

Dear John and all the King' men
can't put your head together again

Before the bullets
before the flies
before authorities take out my eyes
the only smiling are you dolls that I made
but you are plastic and so are your brains

Dear god the sky is as blue
as a gunshot wound

Dear god if you were alive
you know we'd kill you

Before the bullets
before the flies
before authorities take out my eyes
the only smiling are you dolls that I made
but you are plastic and so are your brains

-- The Love Song

The bullet:
"I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
should I tell her that I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
should I tell her that I feel this way
I've got love songs in my head
that are killing us away"

The Father:
"do you love your guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"the government?"

"do you love your guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"the government?"
(fuck yeah)

The bullet:
"She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
I'm gonna be a star someday
Mother says that we should look away
She tells me I'm a pretty bullet
an Imitation Christ
I've got love songs in my head
that are killing us away"

The Father:
"do you love your guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"the government?"
(fuck yeah)

-- The Fight Song

Nothing suffocates you more than
the passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make
your children breath into survive

But I'm not a slave to a god
that doesn't exist
I'm not a slave to a world
that doesn't give a shit

And when we were good
you just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
we'll scar your minds

fight, fight, fight, fight

You'll never grow up to be a big-rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
cheap coupons and say that death
was on sale today

And when we were good
you just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
we'll scar your minds

But I'm not a slave to a god
that doesn't exist
I'm not a slave to a world
that doesn't give a shit

the death of one is a tragedy
but the death of millions is just a statistic

(Chorus)

fight, fight, fight, fight

-- Disposable Teens

and I'm a black rainbow
and I'm an ape of god
I've got a face that's made for violence upon
and I'm a teen distortion
survived abortion
a rebel from the waist down

I wanna thank you mom
I wanna thank you dad
for bringing this fucking world
to a bitter end
I never really hated the one true god
but the god of the people I hated
you say you wanted evolution
the ape was a great big hit
you say you want a revolution, man
and I say that you're full of shit

we're disposable teens
we're disposable teens
we're disposable

you say you wanted evolution
the ape was a great big hit
you say you want a revolution, man
and I say that you're full of shit

The more that you fear us
the bigger we get
the more that you fear us
the bigger we get
and don't be surprised, don't be surprised
don't be surprised when we destroy all of it

(Chorus)

we're disposable teens
we're disposable teens
we're disposable

-- Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)

Am I sorry your sky went black
out your knives in babies backs?
Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's and Huxley too?

But I'm sorry Shakespeare
was your scapegoat
and your apple's sticking into my throat
Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails
and your crucifixion commercials failed
but I'm just a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
and we all just sing their song

Am I sorry just to be alive
putting my face in the beehive?
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald, pinks and cocaine too?
I'm sorry you never check
the bag in my head for a bomb
and my halo was a needle hole
Sorry I saw a priest being beaten
and I made a wish
but I'm just a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
and we all just sing their song
and we all just sing their song

"the valley of death we are free
your father's your prison you see"

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
and we all just sing their song

you're just a copy of an imitation

-- "President Dead"

this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you

getting high on violence, baby

President Dead is clueless
and he's caught in a head-light, police-state god
and his skull is stained glass

incubated and jet set
the bitter thinkers buy their tickets
to go find god like a piggy in a fair

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better

this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby

give the pills time to work
we all can't be martyred in the
winter of our discontent

(getting high on violence, baby)

every night we are nailed into place and
every night we just can't seem to
ever remember the reason why

(getting high on violence, baby)

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better

this is for the people, they want to
this is for the people, they want to
this is for the people, they want to
getting high on violence, baby

and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better

-- In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death

We have no future
heaven wasn't made for me
we burn ourselves to hell
as fast as it can be
and I wish that I could be the king
then I'd know that I am not alone
Maggots put on shirts
sell each other shit
sometimes I feel so worthless
sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough
then I'd know that I am not alone

Death is policeman
Death is the priest
Death is the stereo
Death is a TV
Death is the Tarot
Death is an angel and
Death is our god
killing us all

she put the seeds in me
plant this dying tree
she's a burning string
and I'm just the ashes

she put the seeds in me
plant this dying tree
she's a burning string
and I'm just the ashes

-- Cruci-Fiction In Space

this is evolution
the monkey
the man
and then the gun
if Christ was in Texas
the hammer
the sickle
the only son
this is your creation
the atom of Eden
was a bomb
if Jack was the Baptist
we'd drink wine
from his head

this is evolution
the monkey
the man
and then the gun

I am a revolution
pull my knuckles down
if I could
I am a revelation
and I'm nailed
to the Holy Wood

this is evolution
the monkey
the man
and then the gun

we are dead and tomorrow's cancelled
because of things we did yesterday
we are dead and tomorrow's cancelled
they crucify us in our space
in our space
in our space...

this is evolution
the monkey
the man
and then the gun
...flies are waiting

-- A Place In The Dirt

We are damned and we are dead
all god's children to be sent
to our perfect place in the sun
and in the dirt

There's a windshield in my hear
we are bugs so smeared and scarred
and could you stop the meat from thinking
before I swallow all of it
could you please?

Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and make me
dress me up and make me
your dying god

angel with needles
poked through our eyes
and let the ugly light
of the world in
and we were no longer blind
and we were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and make me
dress me up and make me
your dying god

Now we hold the "ugly head"
the Mary-whore is at the bed
They've cast a shadow of our perfect death
in the sun and in the dirt

-- The Nobodies

Today I am dirty
and I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know that I'm just dirt

We are the nobodies
we wanna be somebodies
we we're dead
they'll know just who we are

Yesterday I was dirty
wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt

We are the nobodies
we wanna be somebodies
when we're dead
they'll know just who we are

Some children died the other day
we fed machines and then we prayed
puked up and down in morbid faith
you should have seen the ratings that day...

-- The Death Song

We're on a bullet
and we're headed straight into god
even he'd like to end it too
we take a pill, get a face
buy our ticket
and we hope that heaven's true
I saw a cop beat a priest on the TV
and they know they killed our heroes too

We sing the death song kids
because we've got no future
and we want to be just like you
and we want to be just like you

Let's sing the death song kids

we light a candle on an earth
we made into hell
and pretend that we're in heaven
each time we do we get
the blind man's ticket
and we know that nothing's true
I saw a priest kill a cop on the TV
and I know now they're our heroes too

We sing the death song kids
because we've got no future
and we want to be just like you
and we want to be just like you

let's sing the death song kids

we write our prayers on a little bomb
kiss it on the face and send it to god

(chorus)

We were the world
but we've got no future
and we want to be just like you
we want to be just like you.

-- Lamb Of God

There was Christ in the metal shell
there was blood on the pavement
The camera will make you god
that's how Jack became sainted

If you die when there's no one watching
then your ratings drop and you're forgotten
but if they kill you on their TV
you're a martyr and a lamb of god
nothing's going to change
nothing's going to change the world

There was Lennon in the happy gun
there were words on the pavement
we were looking for the lamb of god
we were looking for Mark David

If you die when there's no one watching
then your ratings drop and you're forgotten
but if they kill you on their TV
you're a martyr and a lamb of god

Nothing's going to change the world
nothing's going to change
nothing's going to change the world
nothing's going to change
the world

it took three days for him to die
so the born again could buy the serial rights
lamb of god have mercy on us
lamb of god won't you grant us

Nothing's going to change the world
nothing's going to change
nothing's going to change the world
nothing's going to change
the world

If you die when there's no one watching
then your ratings drop and you're forgotten
but if they kill you on their TV
you're a martyr and a lamb of god
nothing's going to change the world

-- Born Again

Do you or don't you want this to be your song?
It doesn't take a rebel to sing along
This art is weak in its pretty, pretty frame
and I am a monkey with
a misspelled name
"I'll put down your disco
and take your heart away
I'll put down your disco
and take your heart away"

I'll be born again

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

do you or don't you want to take this hit?
Does it make you feel like you're a part of "it."
"I'll put down your disco
and take your heart away
I'll put down your disco
and take your heart away"
I'll be born again

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
someone stupid just like you

the valley of the dolls is
the valley of the dead
the valley of the dolls is
the valley of the dead

(chorus)

I'll be born again...

-- Burning Flag

They want to sell it out
buy it up
and dumb it down
a good god is hard to find
I'll join the crowd that
wants to see me dead
right now I fell I belong
for the first time

multiply your death
divide by sex
add up the violence and
what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
we are all just scarred and we're hating
we are all just stars on your burning flag
you can point your gun at me
and hope it will go away
but if god was alive
he would hate you anyway

my ring wing is flapping
the left wing is grey
let's hear it for the kids but
nothing they say
they gyrate and G-rate
on Election Day
we got our ABC's and our F U C K

multiply your death
divide by sex
add up the violence and
what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
we are all just scarred and we're hating
we are all just stars on your burning flag
you can point your gun at me and hope it will go away
but if god was alive
he would hate you anyway

-- Coma Black

a) EDEN EYE
My mouth was a crib and it was growing lies
I didn't know what love was on that day
my heart's a tiny blood clot
I picked at it
it never heals it never goes away

I burned all the good things in The Eden Eye
we were too dumb to run too dead to die

This was never my world
you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

I would have told her then
she was the only thing
I could love in this dying world
but the simple word "love" itself
already died and went away

This was never my world
you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
you took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

I burned all the good things in The Eden Eye
we were too dumb to run too dead to die
I burned all the good things in The Eden Eye
we were too dumb to run too dead to die

b) APPLE OF DISCORD
Her heart's a blood-stained egg
we didn't handle with care
it's broken and bleeding
and we can never repair

-- Valentine's Day

She was the color of TV
her mouth curled under like a metal snake
although Holy Wood was sad
they'd remember this as Valentine's Day

flies are waiting

In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death

they slit out wrists and send us to heaven
the first flower after the flood

I saw that pregnant girl today
she didn't know that it was dead inside
even thought it was alive
some of us are really born to die

flies are waiting

In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death

they slit out wrists and send us to heaven
the first flower after the flood

In the Shadow of the Valley of Death
In the Shadow of the Valley of Death...

-- The Fall Of Adam

The Abraham Lincoln town cars
arrive to dispose of our king and queen
and they orchestrated dramatic new scenes
for Celebritarian™ needs
When one world ends
something else begins
but without a scream
just a whisper because we
just start it over again...

-- King Kill 33°

Is this what you want?
This is what you get.
Turned all your lives into this shit.
You never accepted or treated me fair
blame me for what I believe and I wear.
You fucked yourselves and you
raised these sheep
the blue and the withered seeds
you will reap.
You never gave me a chance to be me
or even a fucking chance just to be.
But I have to show you that
you played a role
and I will destroy you with one simple hole.
The world that hates me has taken its toll
but now I have finally taken control.
You wanted so bad to make this thing
and I want you now to just kill the king...

and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve
and I am not sorry, and I am not sorry
this is what you deserve

King kill 33
King kill 33

-- Count To 6 And Die (THE VACUUM OF INFINITE SPACE ENCOMPASSING)

She's got her eyes open wide
she's got the dirt and spit of the world
she's got her mouth on the metal
the lips of a scared little girl

I've got an angel in the lobby
he's waiting to put me in line
but I won't ask forgiveness
for my faith has gone dry

She's got her Christian prescriptures
and death has crawled in her ear
like elevator music of songs
that she shouldn't hear

1...2...3 it spin around
4...5...6 we all lay down
some do it fast
some do it better in smaller amounts.