Die, stick my finger in your eye, cut my heart, I hope you die, stick my finger in your eye
You want to look like me
You want to act like me
You've got no sense of your own identity
You can't begin to see
That you and me makes we
That's not what I want to be so
Fuck you
Imitation's not a flattery
So, you can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
I said fuck you
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
It's about time made up my mind
Get out of my life you motherfucker
It's about time made up my mind
I'm taking what's mine you motherfucker
You are made from things you steal from me
So, you can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Fuck you
You suck my energy, my personality
You steal, steal, steal, from me
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Fuck you
Imitation's not a flattery so
You're a pitiful thief
You're a pitiful thief
You're a pitiful thief
Fuck you
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
It's about time made up my mind
Get out of my life you motherfucker
It's about time made up my mind
I'm taking what's mine you motherfucker
You are made from things you steal from me bitch
You can't begin to feel
You can't begin to feel
Can't begin to feel
Fuck you
If you want to worship me
Then just worship me
Don't even try to be
You're a fucking thief
You're a fucking thief
You're a fucking thief
Fuck you, fuck you
Imitation's not a flattery so
You're a pitiful thief
You're a pitiful thief
You're a fucking thief
I said fuck you
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know
I don't want to know you
I don't want to know you
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Song Credits:
Lyrics by Marilyn Manson
Music by Daisy Berkowitz
Produced by Daisy Berkowitz
Recorded in Live Warehouse Sessions