alice deformography
upon your star
when you wish
don’t let yourself fall, fall in too hard
I fell into you and I’m on my back
an insect decaying in your little trap
I squirm into you, now I’m in your gut
I fell into you, now I’m in a rut
“i lift you up like the sweetest angel, i’ll
tear you down like a whore. i will bury your
god in my warm spit, you’ll be deformed in
your porn”
rock star yeah (you’re such a dirty, dirty)
rock star yeah (dirty, dirty, dirty)
you eat up my heart and all the little parts
your star is so sharp
it leaves me jagged holes
I make myself sick just to poison you
if I can’t have you then no one will
(chorus)
you are the one i want and what i want is so
unreal
i’m such a dirty Rock star yeah...
(i am the one you want and what you want
is so unreal)
pray unto the splinters, pray
pray unto the splinters, pray
the world in my hands, there’s
magnificent
man that you fear little
the muscles
we’re on the other side,the screenatrophied
horn
there’s an apple in the pussy mouth
the ants are in the sugar
is us and
we’re t.v.
spread me open, sticking to my
pointy ribs are
all your infants in abortion cribs
I was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved is the
man that you fear
pray until you’re number, asleep
your pain, your apple has beenfrom all
rotting
tomorrow’s turned
i have it all and i have no choiceup dead
i’ll make everyone pay and you but to
will see
you can kill yourself now
because you’re dead
in my mind
the boy that you loved is the
monster you fear
peel off all those eyes and crawl
dark, you’ve poisoned all your into the
children
to camouflage your scars
unto your fear
pray your life was just a dream
the cut that never heals
pray now baby, pray your
life was just
(I am so tangled in my sins that a dream
I cannot
pinch the head off, collapse me escape)
like a weed
someone had to go this far
I was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved is the
man that
peel off all those eyes and crawl you fear
dark, you’ve poisoned all your into the
children
to camouflage your scars
unto your fear
pray your life was just a dream
the cut that never heals
pray now baby, pray your life
was just a
dream
no one left to
hear you scream
there’s no one left for you
now I am the dinner whore
there’s a tumor in the t.v. mouth
wormboy
when will you realize you’re already there?
so watered down--your feelings have turned to mud.
angel with the scabbed wings
he is the angel with the scabbed wings
hard-drug face, want to powder his nose
cryptorchid
Each time i make my mother cry
an
mister superstar dried up, tied and
dead to the world
Hey Mr. Superstar:
“I’ll do anything for you”
“I’m you’re number one fan”
you cut off all of your fingers
trade them in for dollar bills
he will deflower the freshest crop angel dies and falls from heaven hey mr. porno star, I, I, I, I want you
burn it out before it grows “love everybody” is destroying the value of
dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores its hard to cake on some more make-up to
someone better get the dog to kick, jaws wired shut to all hate has got me nowhere dead when the boy is still a worm hey mr. sickly star, cover all those lines
save the dick I know I’m slipping, I know I’m slipping, I know I’m slipping away learn the number seven I want to get sick from you wake up and stop shaking
out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn
“little horn is born”
the world spreads its legs for another star
world shows its face for another scar
fiend oh no, it is everything they said it was
oh no, I am all the things they said I was
when you get to heaven you will wish you’re in hell
when will you realize, you’re already here
is what he is, he does what he please
the things that he has you’ll never want to see
what you’re never gonna be now
sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people
you don’t want to be him
but when they get to you
it’s the first thing that they do
each time I look outside
when the worm consumes the
is changing shape
my mother dies, I feel my back boy it’s never
hey mr. fallen star,
don’t you know I worship you?
hey mr. big rock star,
“I wanna grow up just like you”
I know that I can turn you on
cause you’re just wasting time
don’t you want some of this?
don’t you need some of this?
you take but cannot be given
dead will dance for what is left you’ll thank us now that you have crossed over you only want to see him you ride but cannot be ridden
the worms will wait with bated breath don’t pick the scabs or you will never heal considered rape I wish I could just turn you off pinch this tiny heart of mine
mommy’s got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow when they get to you I never wanted this
“your blind have now become my deaf” the world shudders as the worm gets his wings
man can’t always reap what he sow wrap it up in soiled twine
so says the little horn (chorus) prick your finger it is done... sun... hey mr. superhate, you never read what you’ve written
“he is the maker” the moon has now eclipsed the I just want to love you
“save yourself from this...” then i got my wings and i never even knew it (he is the taker) I’ll be your lover, i’ll be forever
(chorus) when i was a worm, thought i wouldn’t get through it... the angel has spread his wings... hey, hey, hey mr. superfuck, i’ll be tomorrow, i am anything
“he is the saviour” the time has come for bitter things... I wanna go down on you when i’m high
everyone will suffer now... (he is the raper) hey mr. supergod,
don’t you want some of this?
“you can’t save yourself...” (verse 2) don’t you need some of this?
will you answer my prayers?
(chorus) (chorus) hey, hey, hey mr. superman,
you shove your hair down my
throat
get back you’re never gonna leave him kinderfeld I want to be your little girl
i feel your fingers in me
the reflecting god get back you’re always gonna please him he lives inside my mouth (chorus)
tear this bitter fruit to mess
and wrap it in your soiled dress
your world is an ashtray and tells me what to say hey mr. superstar,
when he turns the trains now you must spit out the seeds
we burn and coil like cigarettes I’ll kill myself for you (chorus)
the more you cry your ashes turn to mud on he makes it go away hey mr. superstar,
comfort the hands are cracked and dirty and I’ll kill you if I can’t have you all dried up and tied up forever
its the nature of the leeches, the virgin’s all fucked up and dead to the
feeling cheated the nails are beetle wings superstar, superfuck baby... world...
when he turns the trains on he
you’ve only spent a second of you’re life
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here unties all of the strings
I say it is and then it’s true, there is a dream inside a the worm: “tell me something beautiful,
dream, I’m wide awake the more I sleep tell me something free,
you’ll understand when I’m dead
I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me
she’s made of hair and tourniquet
bone and little
tell me something beautiful
and i wish that i could be.”
saw heaven and hell were lies and things I cannot teeth (then i got my wings and i never even knew it,
she comes on like a crippled speak
when I’m god everyone dies plaything when i was a worm, thought i couldn’t get through it)
scar/can you feel my power? spine is jack: (not spoken) come, come
I wrapped our love in just a string
shoot here and the world gets smaller the toys all smell like children
scar/scar/can you feel my power silver-tight like
all this foil
and scab-knees will obey the minute of decay
one shot and the world gets smaller I never wanted it tospider legs i’ll have to kneel on broomsticks there’s not much left to love
but flies will always ever spoil too tired today to hate
let’s jump upon the sharp swords lay their just to make it go away.
and cut away our smiles Take your hatred out eggs [the inauguration of the worm] I feel the empty
make your victim myon me I feel the minute of decay
without the threat of death head (then i got my wings and i never even knew it,
you never ever believed when i was a worm, thought i couldn’t get through it) I’m on my way down now, I’d like to take
there’s no reason to live at all in me
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here I am a voice we have not yet heard: “because today you with me
I say it is and then it’s true, prosthetic synthesisyour tourniquet is black/because there is no turning back. I’m on my way down
with butterfly
there is a dream inside a dream, sealed up with virgin because your lies have watered me/i have become the I’m on my way down now, I’d like to take
stitch you with me
I’m wide awake the more I sleep if it hurts just tell strongest weed” weed...
preserve me I’m on my way down
you’ll understand when I’m dead through jack’s eyes:
(bridge) I never wanted it tothe innocence the taste of metal the minute that it’s born
end this
(chorus) but flies will lay their way, disintegrator it begins to die
eggs I’d love to just give in,
“each thing i show you is a piece of my death” three holes upon the leather belt
shoot shoot shoot motherfucker it’s cut and swollen I’d love to live this lie
no salvation, no forgiveness and the age is showing I’ve been to black and back
“this is beyond your experience” boy: “there’s no one here to save ourself.” I’ve whited out my name
forgiveness... the disintegrator: (to himself) a lack of pain, a lack of hope,
this is what you should fear a lack of anything to say
you are what you should fear there is no cure for what is killing me
I’m on my way down
I’ve looked ahead and saw a
world that’s dead
I guess that I am too
(chorus)
i’m on my way down now, i’d like to take
you with me... INTD-90086

h e av e n
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 his wings
the time has come for bitter things
(chorus)
the time has come it is quite clear
our antichrist
is almost here...
IX VI
it is done
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 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)
irresponsible hate anthem
I am so all-american, I’d sell you suicide
I am totalitarian, I’ve got abortions in my eyes
I hate the hater, I’d rape the raper
I am 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 tell
I hate the hater, I’d rape the raper
I am the idiot who will not be himself
fuck it
(chorus)
[Irresponsible Hate Anthem was
recorded live on February 14, 1997.]
III
1996
anti choice
anti girl
master irresponsible hate anthem 1
[lyrics: Manson, Ramirez/music: Berkowitz, Gacy]
Manson:
All Tracks
Band:
Marilyn Manson: all voices,
I am the anti-flag unfurled live guitar: Zim Zum Songs of Golgotha guitar, pan flute
Twiggy Ramirez: lead and
minister
anti white and anti man Music/Dinger & Ollie Music,
I got the anti-future plan the beautiful people 2 administered by Dinger &
Ollie Music, BMI. ©1996 All
rhythm guitars, acoustic
\guitar, bass
anti fascist [lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez]
anti mod descending horn guitar: Sean Beavan rights reserved M.W. Gacy: all keyboards,
I am the anti-music god loops and other original
anti sober dried up, tied and dead to the world 3 Ramirez:
All Tracks Except 6 & 14
pieces of 16-bit audio
information
anti whore [lyrics: Manson/music: Manson, Ramirez]
there will never be enough of anti more additional guitars: M. Manson Blood Heavy Music/Dinger & Ginger Fish: live drums,
I can’t believe in the things Ollie Music, administered by programming
that don’t believe in me tourniquet 4 Dinger & Ollie Music, BMI.
©1996 All rights reserved
and introducing
Zim Zum: live guitarist for
now it’s your turn to see misanthropy [lyrics: Manson/music: Berkowitz, Ramirez]
anti people now you’ve gone too far Additional guitar: Daisy Berkowitz Antichrist Superstar
here’s your antichrist superstar Gacy:
anti money little horn 5 Tracks 1, 6, 10, 11,12 & 16
DCLXVI Music /Dinger &
Management: Tony Ciulla
Booking: Alex Kochan for
anti hate [lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Reznor]
anti things I fucked and ate Ollie Music, administered by Artists and Audience
anti cop cryptorchid 6 Dinger & Ollie Music, BMI.
©1996 All rights reserved
Legal: David Codikow
Business Management:
anti fun [lyrics: Manson/music: Gacy]
here is my anti-president gun drums: Gacy/mellotron: Reznor Jay Sendyk
anti Satan Berkowitz: Tracks 1, 4, 8 & 16 Nothing: John A. Malm, Jr.
anti black deformography 7 Carducci Thrift
Music/Dinger & Ollie Music, Design & Digital
anti world is on my back [lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Reznor]
anti gay and anti dope additional guitar: Reznor administered by Dinger & Illustration: P.R. Brown
I am the faggot anti-pope Ollie Music, BMI. ©1996 All @ Bau-Da Design Group
(bridge) HIHV HVIH VHHI wormboy 8 rights reserved Photography: Dean Karr
(chorus) [lyrics: Manson/music: Berkowitz, Ramirez]
anti peace Reznor: Tracks 5, 7, & 15 Thanks: Tony Ciulla, Barb
anti life mister superstar 9 Leaving Hope/TVT Music, Inc. and Hugh, Missi, Trent, Sean
ASCAP. ©1996 All rights Beavan, John A. Malm, Jr., Jeff
anti husband, anti wife [lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez]
anti song and anti me lead guitar: Reznor / reserved Anderson, All at Interscope,
Sioux z., Jay, Gerri, & Rich, E.
I don’t deserve a chance to be additional rhythm guitar: Daisy Berkowitz
(chorus) Antichrist Superstar was Elias Merhige, Dana Maher
angel with the scabbed wings 10 conceived and created by
Marilyn Manson
and Family, Gerry Gerrard,
Danny & Podboy, Robin Finck,
[lyrics: Manson/music: Manson, Ramirez, Gacy]
0110 1oo0 01o0 lead guitar: Danny Lohner Produced by Trent Reznor & Sam Kirby, Frank Proia, David
Dave “Rave” Ogilvie Lynch and Jennifer, J.
nI : cV : bIV nVII : cX : bII nVIII : cV : bVIII
kinderfeld 11 Co-produced by M. Manson
Except tracks 3 & 11
Mahoney, Veronika, Natalie
Natero, Maxie & Garrett,
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Gacy]
additional guitar: M. Manson/ live drums: Chris Vrenna Produced by M. Manson & Mike Nastasi, Chris Meyer,
Sean Beavan all the Bier, Wilson & Yip
antichrist superstar 12 Engineered by families, J. Rach, Gary Talpas,
marilyn manson
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Gacy] Dave “Rave” Ogilvie Silvia Garcia, Howard
& Sean Beavan Schomer, Steven Hirsch, R.
Additional guitar: Daisy Berkowitz
assisted by Brian Pollack & Rosen, M. Toorock, Dean Karr
1996 13 Chris Vrenna
Mixed by Sean Beavan
and the U Ground, Anton
Lavey, Andy and all at
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez]
Editing & Programming: Barrister’s Gallery, Tommy
VII
Antichrist Svperstar
complaisant
minute of decay 14
[lyrics and music: Manson]
guitar: M. Manson
the reflecting god 15
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Reznor]
Acoustic Guitar: Danny Lohner
man that you fear 16
[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Manson, Gacy, Berkowitz]
rhodes piano: Reznor
Chris Vrenna,
Trent Reznor, Sean Beavan,
Charlie Clouser
& Dave “Rave” Ogilvie
Nothing Studios,
New Orleans
Mastering: Tom Baker
at Future Disc Systems
Prong.
Manipulation by S.M.G.
Fan Club:
Marilyn Manson Family
25935 detroit Rd. suite #329
Westlake, Ohio 44145.
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