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' 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
when you are suffering, know that i have betrayed you. . .
when you are suffering, know that i have betrayed you. . .
when you are suffering, know that i have betrayed you. . .
when you are suffering, know that i have betrayed you. . . [fade]
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,
And 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 the 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
(Chorus)
CRYPTORCHILD
said backwards: [i wish i had balls]
each time i make my mother cry an
angel dies and falls from heaven
when the boy is still a worm it's hard to
learn the number seven
but when they get you
it's the first thing that they do
each time i look outside
my mother dies, i feel my back is changing shape
when the worm consumes the boy it's never
considered rape
when they get to you
prick your finger it is done. . .
the moon his now eclipsed the sun. . .
the angel has spread its wings. . .
the time his come for bitter things. . .
[repeat last line four lines until end]
i am so all-american, i'll sell you suicide
i am totalitarian, i've got abortions in my eyes
i hate the hater, i'd rape the raper
i am not the animal who will not be himself, fuck it
hey victim, should i black your eyes again?
hey victim, you were the one who put the stick in my hand
i am the ism, my hate's a prism
let's just kill everyone and let your god sort them out, fuck it
everybody's someone else's nigger
i know you are so am i
i wasn't born with enough middle fingers
i don't need to choose a side
i better, better, better, better not say this
better, better, better, better not say this
i hate the hater, i'd rape the raper
i am the idiot who will not be himself, fuck it
(chorus)
(this track off of the "get your gunn" single is made up of a few lines and sayings
played backwards & forwards during the track. the words in brackets are the parts
said backwards that are said in different parts of the song).
[there ain't no going back once you been here brothers and sisters, t
here ain't ne going back, you're on the other side now, you're on the other side now, ha ha ha!]
[manson is growing, kill the pigs....]
[jesus loves the little children....]
[if you call 407-997-9473....]
[spread me open, stuck to my ribs are all your infants in abortion
cribs....]
[all the children of the world....]
[red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in his sight....]
[jesus loves the little children of the world....]
[onward christian soldiers, marching....]
are you listening?
are you listening to me?
are you listening to me?
we are our own wicked gods
with little "g's" and big dicks
sadistic, constantly inflicting a slow demise
i'll spread me open, stick to my ribs
are all your infants in abortion cribs
we run like roaches, we try to die
i know your poison in our space we'll..lie
to an obscene god we will dance and spit
don't you tell your momma that i brought you here
you're on the other side now
there ain't no turning back now, you here boy?
you're on the other side now
don't you tell your momma that i brought you here
cause there ain't no turning back now
don't you tell your momma that i brought you here
cause there ain't no turning back now, boy!
don't you tell your momma that i brought you here
i'll spread me open, stick to my ribs
are all your infants in abortion cribs
we run like roaches, we try to die
i know your poison in our space we'll lie
don't tell your momma that i brought you here
there ain't no turning back now
don't you tell your momma
said backwards: [this is my lowest point of vulnerability]
she's made of hair and bone and little teeth
and things o cannot speak
she comes on like a crippled plaything
spine is just a string
i wrapped our love in all this foil
silver-tight like spider legs
i never wanted it to ever spoil
but flies will always lay their eggs
take your hatred out on me
make your victim my head
you never ever believed in me
i am your tourniquet
prosthetic synthesis with butterfly
sealed up with virgin stitch
if it hurts, just tell me
preserve the innocence
i never wanted it to end this way
but flies will lay their eggs
when you are suffering know that i have betrayed you
if you are hearing this, there is nothing i can do
something has grown in my chest
and i have seen it, it has come to naught
it's been dormant for many years
now i've tried to save you
but i've not come to save you
this is what you deserve
this is what we deserve
this is something the world brought upon itself
i am not a victim
this is the end for me
there will be a fire in my name
these are the dying years, these are the dying years
when you are suffering know that i have betrayed you
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