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Album

The Pale Emperor

(2015)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresAlternative Rock, Industrial Rock
LabelsHell etc., Cooking Vinyl
Album rating :  83.3 / 100
Votes :  3
Lyrics > M > Marilyn Manson Lyrics (139) > The Pale Emperor Lyrics (13)
Submitted by level 21 록스타 (2018-03-05)
1. Killing Strangers (5:36)
This world doesn't need no opera
We're here for the operation
We don't need a bigger knife (a bigger knife)
Cause we got guns, we got guns, we got guns (we got guns)
We got guns, you better run
(you better run, you better run, 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
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, we'll blow you to pieces

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

Mother fuckers
better, better, better run
We got guns, we got guns
Mother fuckers better run
We got guns, we got guns
Mother fuckers better, better, better run
We got guns, we got guns
Mother fuckers better run

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

You better run
Cause we got guns! Cause we got guns! We got guns!
2. Deep Six (5:02)
You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?
"You'd better watch yourself"
You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?
"You'd better watch yourself"
"You'd better watch yourself"

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

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

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

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

Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere

Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere

Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere

Love is evil
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere

Sin is sincere
Sin is sincere
Sin is sincere

Deep six, six, six feet deep
Deep six, six, six feet deep

You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?
"You'd better watch yourself"
You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?
"You'd better watch yourself"
3. Third Day of a Seven Day Binge (4:26)
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

I've done 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
4. The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles (4:57)
I don't know if I can 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 regressive
The past is over
And passive scenes so pathetic

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

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

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

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

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

Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
5. Warship My Wreck (5:57)
You're a paper doll
I fold you how I want
You're not my noose
I tied this knot
If this won't be
Our fingers locked together
This is total war
Method not objective

Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue em back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together!
Back together!

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

Cut the hands off
Then kamikaze into your soul
Kamikaze into your soul...

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

Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue em back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together!
6. Slave Only Dreams to be King (5:20)
The human wheel, that force unseen
The offspring of a deathless soul
Can hew away to any goal
The walls of granite intervene
Be not in patient delay, but
Wait as one who understands
When spirit rises and commands
The Gods are ready to obey
Take my money like an ugly bee

Covered in my money, 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 t 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

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

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

You are what you beat, yeah
You are what you beat, yeah
7. The Devil Beneath My Feet (4:16)
Don't want your God and His higher power
Want power to get higher
I'm not allowed, I'm not allowed
When you look up, what do you see?
Don't need a motherfucker looking down on me
motherfucker looking down on me
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Beneath my feet

Don't bring your black heart to bed
When I wake up you best be God
Or you'd better be dead
Don't bring your black heart to bed
When I wake up you best be God
Or you'd better be dead

This what happens when you put an apple on yo head
You could laugh all day but you can't after darkness sway
Can't after darkness sway, can't after darkness sway
Too many bills and not enough kills
I need a bug out, sold that big house
Neva 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

Don't bring your black heart to bed
When I wake up you best be God
Or you'd better be dead
Don't bring your black heart to bed
When I wake up you best be God
Or you'd better be dead
Or you'd better be dead
Or you'd better be dead

Don't need a motherfucker looking down on me
motherfucker looking down on me
Don't need a motherfucker looking down on me
motherfucker looking down on me
Don't need a motherfucker looking down on me
motherfucker looking down on me

Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
8. Birds of Hell Awaiting (5:05)
Birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire
The birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire

(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)
(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)
(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)

Birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire
This is your death's desire

(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)
(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)
(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)

Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire

The birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire
It's your death desire
The birds of Hell awaiting
With the wings on fire
Insane old Phoenix, baby
It's your death desire
It's your death desire

(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)
(This is your death, this is your death)
(This is your death's desire)
9. Cupid Carries a Gun (4:59)
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Pound me the witch drums

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

I'm a coat of fists
Dead and hardened spiders
Like two mangled crowns
Or the widest of the meanest coiled snakes

Folks said I
Look like death
Lived in the hotel of my eyes
Lives wide open like a whore
Painted in spit from the earth 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

Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Pound me the witch drums

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

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

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

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

Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums

Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah

Pound me the witch drums
10. Odds of Even (6:22)
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

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

This is the House of Death,
No one is exempt from the odds of even
11. Day 3 (4:11)
Stare in the face of the grim death
Screaming monsters bring me to deafness
My dagger and swagger are useless in the faze of the mirror
When the mirror is made of my face
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in arms of daemons
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in arms from a daemon... S
Hide yo heart in yo gut
But for what? When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow
On death row, soon now all of your secrets are shown
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in arms of daemons
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in arms from a daemon... S
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
12. Fated, Fateful, Fatal (4:41)
I don't know if I can 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 regressive
The past is over
And passive scenes so pathetic
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Don't know if I can open up
I been opened too much
Double cross glossed over in my path-os
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
Ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise every danger
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
13. Fall of the House of Death (4:30)
We've only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name disintegrated from my lips
We've only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can already see your name disintegrated from my lips
I can't decide if you're wearing me out or wearing me well
I just still feel like
I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of a seven day binge
I can always see your name and disintegrated from my lips
I got bullets in the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets in the booth
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 disintegrated from my lips!
Rather be your victim, than be with you!
Rather be your victim, than be with you!
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