Marilyn Manson

«Overneath the Path of Misery»
“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