Hey, Cruel World... (song)
"Hey, Cruel World..." | ||
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Song by Marilyn Manson | ||
Album | Born Villain | |
Released | April 30th, 2012 (UK), May 1st (Worldwide) | |
Recorded | 2009 – 2011, California | |
Label | Cooking Vinyl, Hell, etc. | |
Writer | Marilyn Manson |
"Hey, Cruel World..." is a song set to appear on Marilyn Manson's upcoming album Born Villain.
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all Born Villain Lyrics:
Hey, Cruel World... (I am among no one)
Hey, cruel world. . . You don't have what it takes We don't need your faith. We've got fucking fate.
Hey, cruel world. . . You don't have what it takes We don't need your faith. We've got fucking fate.
Creator Preserver Destroyer Ask which one I am. There's no drugged-out devils or Square-halo angels Walking among us.
I am among no one I am among no one I am among no one No one
Hey, cruel world. . . You don't have what it takes We don't need your faith. We've got fucking fate. Fate Fate Fate
The center of the universe Cannot exist When there are no, No edges The center of the universe Cannot exist When there are no, No edges
Hey, cruel world. . . You don't have what it takes We don't need your faith. We've got fucking fate. Fate Fate Fate
Fate
Fate, fate, fate Fate, fate, fate
I am among no one I am among no one I am among no one No one
Hey, cruel world. . . You don't have what it takes We don't need your faith. We've got fucking fate. Fate Fate Fate Fate Fate Fate
No Reflection
Crushing Cheating Changing
Am I deaf or dead? Is this constricting construction, Or just streets with rusty signs, Or something violent Coming?
This will hurt you Worse than me. I'm weak, 7 days I'm weak. Don't run from me. I won't bother Counting 1, 2, 3…
I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection
I can show myself How to make a noose. A gun's cliche, And a razor too. I'm not a death-trip vacation Vacant station, Made of scars And filled with my old wounds.
This will hurt you Worse than me. I'm weak, 7 days I'm weak. Don't run from me. I won't bother Counting 1, 2, 3…
I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection
You… You don't even want to know What I'm gonna do to you You don't even want to know What I'm gonna do to you
I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection I don't know which me that I love I've got no reflection No reflection No reflection I've got no reflection
Pistol Whipped (Pretty Cool)
You look so pretty When you cry. Don't wanna hit you But the only thing, Between our love is (1) A bloody nose (2) A busted lip And (3) A blackened eye
You look so pretty When you cry. Don't wanna hit you But the only thing, Between our love is (1) A bloody nose (2) A busted lip And (3) A blackened eye
You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped
(Cock, cock, cock it)
When I undo my belt, You melt and you walk away With a red, red, red welt (Or so they say)
When I undo my belt, You melt and you walk away With a red, red, red welt (Or so they say)
You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped
I wanna have your ache And beat you too I wanna have your ache And beat you too I wanna have your ache And beat you too I wanna have your ache And beat you too
You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped You're a little pistol And I'm fucking pistol whipped
(Cock, cock, cock it)
Overneath (Badass. With the shakespeare quote and all)
“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and gets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by and idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing." - William Shakespeare
Stare into my Kodak Rome Jack-Hammer ice eyes I never thought you'd see The asphalt crack, crack, crack Like black eggshell
Don't ever say I never warned You from the start Don't ever say I never warned You from the start You're not a shovel And I'm not your dirt
Is there anyway to unswallow My pride? Can I fuck myself down? Why die. When you can kill the father? Dad is missing an 'e'
No Macbeth Confessed Oedipus, No longer present tense No Macbeth Confessed Oedipus, No longer present tense
No no no no no reason No no no no no reason No no no no no reason
High and overneath High and overneath
I won't regret Letting you live Even if you forgot What you never saved me from So I say 'whatever' Or fornever
For for for for for fornever For for for for for fornever for for for for for fornever 'Whatever'
The Rape of Persephone Was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks The Rape of Persephone Was a marketing scheme Rape rape rape per so phony Rape rape rape per so phony Rape rape rape per so phony Rape rape rape per so phony
High and overneath High and overneath
Overneath Overneath Overblown Unbeloved Cannot be low Overneath Overneath Overblown Unbeloved Cannot be low
From the top of my lungs To the bottom of my heart I scream At the chasm in between And the path of misery From the top of my lungs To the bottom of my heart I scream At the chasm in between And the path of misery
High and overneath High and overneath
No no no no no reason No no no no no reason No no no no no reason
Slo-Mo-Tion (Just. Fucking. Cool. Very GOAG)
You've got your Hell's teeth Smiling at you. It keeps your brain safe, As it all eat at your face. . .
And don't worry We'll 'blur it out' And no one Ever will know, Oh No, oh oh oh
This is my beautiful show And everything is hot in slo-motion This is my beautiful show And everything is shot in slo-motion
SLO-MO-TION
Pump in the laughter Of dead-audience applause And TEENAGE RAPE candidates I think we got ourselves A 'real hit' Don't we wish That we had something More than Hate amber panic And panic Morbid panic Hate and morbid panic
This is my beautiful show And everything is hot in slo-motion This is my beautiful show And everything is shot in slo-motion
SLO-MO-TION
I'm the host with Vaseline I hide behind bulletproof glass And I can fell your tits With my brand new camera (Equipped with a flash) Fast-food-nude I hate you all But somehow You find me. . . Incredibly charming
This is my beautiful show And everything is hot in slo-motion This is my beautiful show And everything is shot in slo-motion
SLO-MO-TION (Incredibly charming) SLO-MO-TION (Incredibly charming)
This is my beautiful show And everything is hot in slo-motion
The Gardener (Obsessively fetishize)
I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in And I'm learning to fake it
Don't ever meet their friends It tells you too much Or not enough Or worse Exactly the wrong thing Every nuance Every detail Every movement Every smell Sound Phrase The way she laughs These are the things that you obsessively fetishize Or make yourself grow to love But you are supposed to be done growing She is still growing Its like a garden with two flowers One just blocking and casting a shadow Just like yours Then it becomes a struggle Of sunlight Or rain Or weeds She and every she Is doomed to be your idea of her She and every she Is doomed to be your idea of her
I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in And I'm learning to fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake it
But worse so, Back to the point You are no longer the flower And the sun And most importantly the garden Or the gardener A muse Your amusement I am used Its all ruined if you meet their friends
She and every she Is doomed to be your idea of her I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in And I'm learning to fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake it
You never wanted To share Your concept of your creation With any other gods or worshippers Your book isn't burned It was never written Your book isn't burned It was never written
I'm not man enough to be human But I'm trying to fit in And I'm learning to fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Fa fa fa fa fake it Ffffffffffffffake it
The Flowers of Evil (A long song, but not many lyrics. More instrumentals? Very abstract)
The day they covered us in the dirt
Like stars in the ground
That will grow into dead flowers
The day they covered us in the dirt
Like stars in the ground
That will grow into dead flowers
Your body's on me Like sleepless spiders. Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty
Your body's on me Like sleepless spiders. Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty Your touch is so empty
I've been running From the bloodless For fear of exile For all of my sorceries That shun the light I've been running From the bloodless For fear of exile For all of my sorceries That shun the light
The day they covered us in the dirt Like stars in the ground That will grow into dead flowers The day they covered us in the dirt Like stars in the ground That will grow into dead flowers
I've been running From the bloodless For fear of exile For all of my sorceries That shun the light I've been running From the bloodless For fear of exile For all of my sorceries That shun the light Light Light Light Light
Children of Cain (Yes, he says fucking Children of Cain in the chorus. Awesome. This is the song all the triptych worshippers have been wanting)
Sacrifice won't suffice
Resurrection needs your death
To happen twice
Fall on my heart
And burn and forge
Your tortured black-smitten
Into the sharpest, fucking sword
Don't assume that I'm always with you It's just where my mortal body happens to be
No Sineater to slay Us Children of Cain Watching monkey suicide Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
Christ consciousness Manifest to the Golden Ratio 5 or 500 year ago We were 15 foot high And to die Was a Bardot Bridge(t) We never thought we'd cross To burn down behind and below
No Sineater to slay Us Children of Cain Watching monkey suicide Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
Don't assume that I'm always with you It's just where my mortal body happens to be
So take your little black book I see the way that you look in to it I'll eat it and I'll cut my tongue And all the pages you spread, Sweet as honey you said But I'm choking on your bitter stories
No Sineater to slay Us Children of Cain Watching monkey suicide Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
Disengaged (404 ERROR FACE)
And I could look into the
Crowded morgue of mistakes
The sun stopped its smile
And frowned on me too
My re-built/re-mastered heart
Is smashed into its faces
And its face is confused
I cut my throat in two I said "sorry" to you, For begin a fool But I didn't forgiveness. It was regret, Not an apology It was regret Regret Regret
Dis Dis Dis Disengaged Dis Dis Dis Disengaged
You're with me, against me But the only thing forever is hate
I forgot what I saw Before and after that day I'd trade all I was worth To make myself in to The handsomest gun And put the diamond bullet into your 404 ERROR face
Dis Dis Dis Disengaged Dis Dis Dis Disengaged
You're with me, against me But the only thing forever is hate
And I'm an event, Everybody knows You decide if you can live Or you decide to let someone Decide for you
Dis Dis Dis Disengaged Dis Dis Dis Disengaged
You're with me, against me But the only thing forever is hate
Lay Down you prick (Chorus made me cum just reading it)
I'm not of this world
You're not in this heart
This isn't in me
I'm not of this world
You're no in this heart
This isn't in me
To open the box
You can't shoot the lock
I hide everything
So you can't see
Wanna fight? Wanna fuck? Wanna die? Try your luck. . . Lay down your goddamn arms
Wanna fight? Wanna fuck? Wanna die? Try your luck. . . Lay down your goddamn arms
There isn't a key, You can use one me There isn't a key, So lay down your arms Arms Arms
You're a book Every page is written In words I cannot read
So I burn Gotta burn Gotta burn Gotta burn it
So I burn Gotta burn Gotta burn Gotta burn it
Wanna fight? Wanna fuck? Wanna die? Try your luck. . . Lay down your goddamn arms
There isn't a key, You can use one me There isn't a key, So lay down your arms
There isn't a key, You can use one me There isn't a key, So lay down your arms
Arms Arms
So I burn Gotta burn Gotta burn Gotta burn it
Murderers are getting shit on my pants (This song better have some good instrumentals and justify the title being so long. I think song is basically worshipped murderers before he kills a loved one)
Do you always
Have to hire actors,
To play the devils
That talk me
Out of my
Sui-sites?
You're just A ring tone, That happens when You get sick enough To call the one With bullet holes, Bullet holes for eyes
Fall on your knees I hear the horrid voices Of someone else's angels Fall on your knees I hear the horrid voices Of someone else's angels
I broke open the box When I spoke the spell I became An entrance wound To your bedroom grave, and I was paid With the shadow of consensual rape Your ransom note Is quoted by, Your death and Birth certificates And all of your love, And all of your love letters Read just like my will
Fall on your knees I hear the horrid voices Of someone else's angels Fall on your knees I hear the horrid voices Of someone else's angels
I don't have to see To know that murderers Are getting Prettier Every day I don't have to see To know that murderers Are getting Prettier Every day
Fall on your knees I hear the horrid voices Of someone else's angels
Born Villain (Not what you'd expect. Click click)
I could give you a dozen
Fresh,
Cut,
Pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
Would grow to become
I could give you a dozen Fresh, Cut, Pink, or red, or white I wonder if they knew what they Would grow to become
Become become Become become Be be be become
You'll have to cut it down And burn me into splinters Or I'll unwrap the string that was me, Around your finger. And I'll hang you in Your bedroom burial ground
There is a taste for blood And it's something deep inside There is a taste for blood And it's deep inside
Become become Become become Be be be become
I don't ever want God To hear our screams And mistake them for prayers. And you know I'm loaded But not which chamber Touch me and I'll go Click click click click click Click click click click click Click click click click click
There is a taste for blood And it's something deep inside There is a taste for blood And it's deep inside
Become become Become become Be be be become
And you know I'm loaded But not which chamber Touch me and I'll go Click click click click click Click click click click click Click click click click click
I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim
Breaking the same old ground (Pretty damn good for an ending song)
And then I found how to be what you want
When I was out looking for something new
Digging too deep And now it's too late We just keep on Breaking the same old ground
So you think that I asked for this Well, let me show you What I think of your lips And you think that I asked for this Come on, Use your fist
And then I found how to be what you want When I was out looking for something new
Digging too deep And now it's too late We just keep on Breaking the same old ground
So you think that I asked for this Well, let me show you What I think of your lips And you think that I asked for this Come on, Use your fist
When I found how to be what you want I was looking for something new Digging too deep Now it's too late We just keep on Breaking the same old ground Breaking the same old ground Shhhhhh. . . Shhhhhh. . .
I am owned by death And I'm in love with oblivion
am owned by death And I'm in love with oblivion