Meat For A Queen

Fornicators in wooden silence
Throw grubsteaks on the offering plate
Supplications congregation
Count the creases in your face
Prophet preaches hypocrisy
Disembowelling heresy
And your falsities and your falsities
And your falsified factualities

You can't prove anything that happened yesterday
Now is the only thing that's real

The sky was purple and my eyes were red
And I fell from the firmament upon my head
Was it something, something, something I said?
One day people gonna make me dead
Caught in this dream, can't hear me scream
It's another variation on my theme
I'm omnipotent fiend, I'm meat for a queen
My hair runs black and my eyes grow green

You can't prove anything
You can't prove anything

You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your God is cerebral masturbation
And Satan is your sorry excuse

You can't prove anything that happened yesterday
Now the only thing that's real
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose
Your God is cerebral masturbation
And Satan is your sorry excuse

You don't need your worthless mortal body
You don't need your worthless mortal body
You don't need your worthless mortal body
Belief is just a pitiful noose

You can't prove anything

Available On:

Grist-O-Line

Song Credits:

Lyrics by Marilyn Manson
Music by Daisy Berkowitz