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Coma White
There's Something is cold and blank behind her smile She's standing on an overpass In her miracle mile (coma): "You were from a perfect world A world that threw me away today Today to run away" A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world Won't save her from herself Her mouth was an empty cut And she was waiting to fall Just bleeding like a polaroid that Lost all her dolls (coma): "You were from a perfect world A world that threw me away today Today to run away" A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world Won't save her from herself
The Dope Show
The drugs they say make us feel so hollow We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow Hate today there's no love for tomorrow We're all stars now in the dope show There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones That want to get you high But all the pretty, pretty ones Will leave you low and blow your mind They love you when you're on all the covers When you're not then they love another The drugs they say are made in California We love your face We'd really like to sell you The cops and queers make good-looking models I hate today Who will I wake up with tomorrow? There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones (chorus repeat)
The Beautiful People
I don't want you and I don't need you don't bother to resist, I'll beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong the weak ones are there to justify the strong the beautiful people, the beautiful people it's all relative to the size of your steeple you can't see the forest for the trees you can't smell your own shit on your knees Hey you, what do you see? something beautiful, something free? hey you, are you trying to be mean? if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean there's no time to discriminate, hate every motherfucker that's in your way the worms will live in every host it's hard to pick which one they eat most the horrible people, the horrible people it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple capitalism has made it this way, old-fashioned fascism will take it away (chorus)
Antichrist Superstar
you built me up with your wishing hell I didn't have to sell you you threw your money in the pissing well you do just what they tell you REPENT, that's what I'm talking about i shed the skin to feed the fake REPENT, that's what I'm talking about whose mistake am i anyway? Cut the head off Grows back hard I am the hydra now you'll see your star prick your finger it is done the moon has now eclipsed the sun the angel has spread its wings the time has come for bitter things (chorus) the time has come it is quite clear our antichrist is almost here... it is done
Big Mother
Mother's eyes are Veined and watching She hears all of our Talking Mother's hair and Thoughts are Tangled like car crash Meat and metal Mangled Mother's womb is Taut and swollen She engenders blind Children Their mouths are Opening wide, spits All her ideas inside Mother's hands Are long and whipping My spoiled back is ripping Mother's words Manifest in rocks Carved by men with Broken cocks Mother sits in White house chairs Makes all bedwetters Scared Big Mother cracks my hand