Spade

The beauty spot was borrowed
And now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard

Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees
At the altar of my ego

You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins

All my lilies' mouths are open
Like they're begging for dope
And hoping their bitter petal chant
"We can kick, you won't be back"

I'm a diamond that is tired
Of all the faces I've acquired
We must secure the shadow
Ere the substance fades

You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins

And we said 'til we die, oh no, no, no
And we said 'til we die, oh no, no, no

You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins

And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die

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The Golden Age Of Grotesque

Song Credits:

Lyrics by Marilyn Manson
Music by John5
Produced by Marilyn Manson and Tim Skold
Co-produced and mixed by Ben Grosse
BMI Number: 6507478
Length: 4:34