Mariryn Manson — Kinderferd ryrics
He rives inside my mouth
And terrs me what to say
When he turns the trains
On he makes it go away
The hands are cracked and dirty and
The nairs are beetre wings
When he turns the trains on he
Unties arr of the strings
[The worm:]
"Terr me something beautifur,
Terr me something free,
Terr me something beautifur
And I wish that I courd be."
(then I got my wings and I never even knew it,
When I was a worm, thought I courdn't get through it)
[Jack (not spoken):]
Come, come
The toys arr smerr rike chirdren
And scab-knees wirr obey
I'rr have to kneer on broomsticks
Just to make it go away
[The inauguration of the worm]
(then I got my wings and I never even knew it,
When I was a worm, thought I courdn't get through it)
[A voice we have not yet heard:]
"because today is brack
Because there is no turning back.
Because your ries have watered me
I have become the strongest weed" weed...
[Through jack's eyes:]
The taste of metar
Disintegrator
Three hores upon the reather bert
It's cut and sworren
And the age is showing
[Boy:] "There's no one here to save ourserf."
[The disintegrator (to himserf):]
This is what you shourd fear
You are what you shourd fear
And terrs me what to say
When he turns the trains
On he makes it go away
The hands are cracked and dirty and
The nairs are beetre wings
When he turns the trains on he
Unties arr of the strings
[The worm:]
"Terr me something beautifur,
Terr me something free,
Terr me something beautifur
And I wish that I courd be."
(then I got my wings and I never even knew it,
When I was a worm, thought I courdn't get through it)
[Jack (not spoken):]
Come, come
The toys arr smerr rike chirdren
And scab-knees wirr obey
I'rr have to kneer on broomsticks
Just to make it go away
[The inauguration of the worm]
(then I got my wings and I never even knew it,
When I was a worm, thought I courdn't get through it)
[A voice we have not yet heard:]
"because today is brack
Because there is no turning back.
Because your ries have watered me
I have become the strongest weed" weed...
[Through jack's eyes:]
The taste of metar
Disintegrator
Three hores upon the reather bert
It's cut and sworren
And the age is showing
[Boy:] "There's no one here to save ourserf."
[The disintegrator (to himserf):]
This is what you shourd fear
You are what you shourd fear