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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

The Pale Emperor

-- KILLING STRANGERS

This world doesn't need no opera
We're here for the operation
We don't need a bigger knife
Cause we got guns
We got guns, we got guns
We got guns, you better run
We're killing strangers

We're killing strangers
We're killing strangers so we don't kill the ones that we
Love, love, love, love

We pack demolition
We can't pack emotion
Dynamite, we just might
So blow us a kiss, blow us a kiss
Blow us a kiss, and we'll blow you to pieces

And we got guns, we got guns
Motherfuckers better, better run
We got, we got guns
Motherfuckers better run

You better run
We got guns, we got guns, we got guns

-- DEEP SIX

You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?
"You better watch yourself"
You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?
"You better watch yourself"
"You better watch yourself"

It's like a stranger had a key, came inside my mind
And moved all my things around
But he didn't know snakes can't kneel or prey
Try to break my psyche down

It's as if my feathers were wax
And your artillery lead
Do you like our bed?
Do you like our bed?

Deep six, six, six feet deep
Deep six, six, six feet deep
Yeah
LOVE is EVOL
CON is CONFIDENCE
EROS is SORE
SIN is SINCERE

SIN is SINCERE
SIN is SINCERE
SIN IS SINCERE

-- THIRD DAY OF A SEVEN DAY BINGE

We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I can't decide if you're wearing me out or wearing me well
I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I've got bullets, in the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets, in the Boothe
Rather be your victim, than be with you

We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips

I'd rather be your victim, than to be with you
Rather be your victim, than be with you

-- THE MEPHISTOPHELES OF LOS ANGELES

I don't know if I cannot open up
I've been opened enough
I don't know if I can open up
I'm not a birthday present
I'm aggressive aggressive
The past is over
Now the passive seems so pathetic

Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?

I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel stoned and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus got no dirt on me
Lazarus got no dirt on me
And I rise to every occasion
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles

Don't know if I cannot open up
I've been opened too much
Double-crossed and glossed over in my Pathos

-- WARSHIP MY WRECK

You're a paper doll
I'll fold you how I want
You're not my noose
I tied this knot
If this won't be
Our fingers locked together
Then this is total war
Method not objective

You can't ever say that I'm breaking the rules
If I can't glue them back together

Scars on my fingers, bruises, my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck

Cut the hands off
Kamikaze into your soul

Worship my wreck

-- SLAVE ONLY DREAMS TO BE KING

The human will, that force unseen
The offspring of a deathless soul
Can hew the way to any goal
The walls of granite intervene
Be not impatient in delays,
But wait as one who understands
When spirit rises and demands
The Gods are ready to obey

Take my money like an ugly bee
Covered in my honey, too dumb to see
My Fibonacci blinded by your jealousy
I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow
I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow

You are what you beat, yeah
You are what you beat, yeah

And then we met our brand new parents
But they didn't know it yet
So we chanted, "WED, WED, WED!"
But they didn't know they were dead
Didn't know they were dead

Then the witch tied her fruit to a stick
When our coin was looking too thin
It's like a winter in Hades, we drooled for the ladies
As if the apple was owned by God

Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be King
Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be King

-- THE DEVIL BENEATH MY FEET

I don't want your God and your higher power
I want power to get higher
And I'm not a liar, and I'm not a liar
When you look up, what do you see?
I don't need a motherfucker looking down on me
Motherfucker looking down on me
At least I know wherever I go
I've got the devil beneath my feet
At least I know wherever I go
I've got the devil beneath my feet
Beneath my feet

Don't bring your black cloud to bed
When I wake up you best be gone
Or you better be dead

This what happens when you put an apple on your head
You can laugh all day but you can't laugh the darkness away
Can't laugh the darkness away
Too many pills and not enough kills
I need the Bug House, or the Big House
They'll never take me alive, never take me alive
Never fucking take me alive
It's better to be blamed for robbing Peter
Than guilty for paying Paul
It's better to be blamed for robbing Peter
Than guilty for paying Paul

-- THE BIRDS OF HELL AWAITING

The birds of Hell are waiting
With their wings on fire
This ain't no Fenix, baby
It's your death's desire
This is your death
This is your death
This is your death's desire
This ain't no Fenix, baby
It's your death's desire
The birds of Hell are waiting
With their wings on fire
This ain't no Fenix, baby
It's your death's desire
This is your death
This is your death
This is your death's desire

-- CUPID CARRIES A GUN

Pound me the witch drums, witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah

I'm the curled up fists
Dead and hardened spiders
Like two mangled crowns
On the white heads of the meanest coiled snakes
Folks say that I
Look like Death
Lived in the hotel of my eyes
Blinds wide open like a whore
Paid in spit from that hearse between her thighs

Keep your halos tight
I'm your god or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Because now
Cupid carries a gun
Now, now
Cupid, Cupid carries a gun

She had those crow-black eyes
Starless, but she fucked like a comet
She laid as still as a Bible
And it felt like Revelations when I looked inside

-- ODDS OF EVEN

Stood in the face of the grim death
Screaming monsters bring me to deafness
My dagger and swagger are useless in the face of the mirror
When the mirror is made of my face

This is the House of Death
Where even angels die in arms of demons
This is the House of Death
Where even angels die in arms from a demons

Hide your heart in your gut
But for what? When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow
On death row, so now all of your secrets are shown

No one is exempt from the odds of even