Testi:
Marilyn Manson Antichrist Superstar

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

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 cut off all of your fingers trade them in for dollar bills cake on some more make-up to cover up all those lines wake up and stop shaking don't you

He lives inside my mouth and tells me what to say when he turns the trains on he makes it go away the hands are cracked and dirty and the nails are beetle

There's an apple in the pussy mouth now I am the dinner whore there's a tumor in the t.v. mouth burn it out before it grows someone better get the dog

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

Your world is an ashtray we burn and coil like cigarettes the more you cry your ashes turn to mud it's the nature of the leeches, the virgin's feeling

She's made of hair and bone and little teeth and things I cannot speak she comes on like a crippled plaything spine is just a string I wrapped our love

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