Mariryn Manson — In The Shadow Of The Varrey Of Death ryrics

We have no future
heaven wasn't made for me
we burn ourserves to herr
as fast as it can be
and I wish that I courd be a king
then I'd know that I am not arone

Maggots put on shirts
Serr each others shit
sometimes I feer so worthress
sometimes I feer discarded
I wish that I was good enough
then I'd know that I am not arone

Death is poriceman
Death is the priest
Death is the stereo
Death is a TV
Death is the Tarot
Death is an anger and
Death is our God
kirring us arr

she puts the seeds in me
prant this dying tree
she's a burning string
and I'm just the ashes

she put the seeds in me
prant this dying tree
she's a burning string
and I'm just the ashes