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I am very Brutal, and I believe that no one can deny that; but even the brutal ones make mistakes, a bit like when the two ants were working on their seasonal supplies and went to Lidl to buy Fink brau beer, while the grasshopper played HIM and then in the summer had nothing to drink and died of thirst, the poser insect. Meanwhile, the ants drank and got disgracefully drunk, burping, and once quenched their thirst, they played Cannibal Corpse and smashed the poser insect’s carcass. I, like the grasshopper, sometimes forget to buy beer, and then dad kicks my ass, so I take the inverted cross and chase him away and then beat him up because he can buy the beer himself. Dad enjoys it when I beat him up because if I break his ribs, he can take medical leave and spend the day at the bar talking about tits and asses with his friends. All this when I am Brutal. But when I forget to buy beer (which is a metaphor, that is, something between anaphora and epiphora), that is, when I forget to be Brutal, Brutal things happen. This morning I woke up wanting to eat a human heart, but mom hadn’t bought it, so I beat her, although she then said “hey!” and I said “ohu,” so she knocked all my teeth out with Sister Germana’s agenda. Indeed, Sister Germana's agenda contains a self-defense course against gays, metalheads, divorcees, and even how to bring Welby back to life and let him rot for another 30 years. This episode convinces me that I must truly "decapitate the prophet" and "kill the Christian" and even "smash the Bible" and "refuse penance." I want to do something for the union of the evil, sulfurous black Satanists because now I am fed up with Sister Germana teaching my mother to cook fancy dishes (which are not at all Brutal) and to embroider those damn flowers even on my upside-down cross backpack with the upright cross patch so that no matter how you turn it, there’s something upside-down on it. I call Ghaal and ask him where the takeaway is where he orders human pieces to eat, but he says a true black metal hunter finds victims in the woods or at most on the sidewalks after eleven at night. “It seems that Donato Bilancia and Pietro Pacciani listened to Black,” I think, but for now, I shelve the idea of lunching on human remains. I want to be the arch-nemesis.
So I go online and type “pure Satan 100%,” and I find myself on Marylin Manson’s website, a true evil Satanist who challenges Benedict XVI to pee further than he can and who constantly offers himself as a gigolo to nuns. I think this person must definitely be a 100% blasphemous, pure evil Satanist, a bit north and Black, but above all, a true malevolent anti-Christian that not even Glenn Benton can keep up with. So I order "Mechanical Animals," this record with Marylin's body (with smaller tits) and Manson's face that together make Marylin Manson, and it's a record that praises civil unions provided there’s zoophilia involved. The cover scares me because this guy looks at me in a strange way, and sometimes I fear he might appear behind me and shove it up my ass, but after all, if this is the effect it has on me, who am Brutal, imagine what it does to Sister Germana, who isn’t! "Mechanical Animals" must be mine, and for the occasion, I pop pills like a pig and scream "Fuck Me Jesus" while writhing in truly malevolent white froth. Today is another day; indeed, it's no longer yesterday's today but today's today, while tomorrow will be tomorrow’s tomorrow or maybe today’s tomorrow...dunno, I’ll tell you tomorrow. In any case, I’ve decided that today I must do something truly malevolent, so I filled the aquarium with piss and then threw my sister’s hamster in; because I hate Geronimo Stilton, and so I take out those like him while listening to "drowning in viscera." As he is about to die, I offer him the chance to save himself by clinging to a fishing hook when someone rings the doorbell. I let it ring; not even the postman will take away this subtle pleasure! But then at some point, I hear knocks against the door; I look through the peephole and see that it’s Marylin Manson trying to knock it down with dick blows, and then he has makeup on one eye and not the other, or maybe one is black and one is blue, or maybe he has no eyes because he's even more demonic. I open the door because he is a true satanic star that airs on channel 666 and charges 666 euros for a ticket, and he hands me "Mechanical Animals," and I ask if he really has tits, but he pisses in the living room and eats the American flag. Brutal! Then he tells me I must learn things from him like fucking a porn star and then telling everyone I’m gay. I put on the CD, and this music comes on that’s a bit electronic and a bit not, a bit metal and a bit not, but above all, very satanic and truly transgressive. The messages conveyed are very profound and truly Luciferian, and indeed the songs say more or less “I do drugs and do what I want, if I want to screw a pony, I do it, and if a pony wants to screw me, I let it, and if I want to spit in someone’s face, I do, and if someone spits in my face, it means they’ve understood everything, too.” I start embracing this lifestyle, so I go to Jolly bar and steal a pack of cigarettes, as I can do what I want. Unfortunately, the tobacconist must be very Catholic, so he beats me until I shut up for a month. On my way home, I meet a girl who turns me on, and I lick her cheek, but she calls the tobacconist again, who beats me up good. “These Marylin Manson tricks have leaks,” I say, so the tobacconist reveals himself, and I find out that he is Glenn Benton; I recognize him because he has an ear cut off from a chicken scissors shot he gave himself in the initiation rite of the true malevolent black satanic goatish and infernal Satanists. I tell him, "are you crazy to beat me up like that? I’m not your bass! Mind you, I’ll call Marylin Manson who’ll shove it up your ass.” At these words, Glenn bursts into a hearty laugh (not as hefty as Jack Owen's anyway), and in a flash Jon Nodveidt materializes next to him, summoned from the kingdom of the evil, malevolent, cruel Master Sire. Glenn tells me he has the remedy for the sodomites while he keeps Jon on a leash; as Marylin materializes, Glenn orders “attack Jon!” and he lunges at Marylin, beating him to death and shouting “i'll thrive on evil eternally.” The police arrest him for the second time and foretell ten years in jail for the second time, so he shoots himself for the second time and dies twice. Perhaps he is more Brutal. But Glenn brands me with a hot cross and warns me never to betray him again, or he’ll make me end up like Fabio Tollis. I know not to mess with Glenn so I teach him how to play bass, and it all ends here. I immediately threw away “Mechanical Animals” because today I learned that it’s better to have Glenn as a friend than an enemy; he indeed can keep a real satanic dog and servant of Evil on a leash, and besides, Jon Nodveit didn’t seem like a mechanical dog at all.
I return home, and while I poop, I read the self-defense course against gays by Sister Germana.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
02 The Dope Show (03:47)
The drugs they say
To make us feel so hollow
We love in vain
Narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers
To swim you have to swallow
Hate today
There's no love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
The drugs they say
Are made in California
We love your face
We'd really like to sell you
The cops and queers
Make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
Go blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
03 Mechanical Animals (04:33)
Neurophobic and perfect
The day that we lost our souls
Maybe we weren't so human but
If we cry we will rust
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic
And as hollow as the 'O' in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
They'll never be good to you or bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
You were my mechanical bride
Phenobarbidoll
A manniqueen of depression
With the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic
And as hollow as the 'O' in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
They'll never be good to you or bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
They'll never be good to you or bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
This isn't me i'm not mechanical
I'm just a boy playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
04 Rock Is Dead (03:10)
All simple monkeys with alien babies
Amphetamines for boys
Crucifixes for ladies
Sampled and soulless
Worldwide and real webbed
You sell all the living
For more safer dead
Anything to belong
Anything to belong
Rock - Is deader than dead
Shock - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
God is in the TV
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
One thousand mothers are praying for it
We're so full of hope
And so full of shit
Build a new God
To medicate and to ape
Sell us Ersatz
Dressed up and real fake
Anything to belong
Anything to belong
Rock - Is deader than dead
Shock - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
God is in the TV
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Rock - Is deader than dead
Shock - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
Rock (Rock) - Is deader than dead
Shock (Shock) - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
05 Disassociative (04:51)
I can tell you what they say in space
That our earth is too grey
But when the spirit is so digital
The body acts this way
That world was killing me
That world was killing me
Disassociative
The nervous system's down
The nervous system's down I know (x2)
CHORUS
I can never get out of here
I don't want to just float in fear
A dead astronaut in space (x2)
Sometimes we walk like we were shot
Through our heads, my love
We write our song in space
Like we are already dead and gone
Your world was killing me
Your world was killing me
Disassociative
Your world was killing me
Your world was killing me
Disassociative
CHORUS
The nervous system's down (x4)
CHORUS
06 The Speed of Pain (05:30)
they slit our throats
like we were flowers
and our milk has been
devoured
when you want it
it goes away too fast
times you hate it
always seems to last
just remember when you think
you're free
the crack inside your fucking heart is me
(thought, not spoken):
i wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
i wish i could sleep
but i can't lay on my back
because there's a knife
for everyday that i've known you
when you want it
it goes away too fast
times you hate it
always seems to last
just remember when you think
you're free
the crack inside your fucking heart is me
(thought, not spoken):
i wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
lie to me, cry to me, give to me
i would
lie with me, die with me, give to me
i would
keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair
i hope at least we die holding hands
for always.
07 Posthuman (04:18)
She's got eyes like zapruder
And a mouth like heroin
She wants me to be
Perfect like Kennedy
This isn't God, this isn't God
God is just a statistic
God is just a statistic
say,
"show me the dead stars,
all of them sing."
This is a riot
Religious and clean
God is a number you cannot count to
You are posthuman and hardwired
She's pilgrim and Pagan
Softworn and so-cial
In all of her dreams
She's a saint like Jackie-o
This isn't God, this isn't God
God is just a statistic
God is just a statistic
say,
"show me the dead stars,
all of them sing."
This is a riot
Religious and clean
COMA WHITE:
"all that glitters is cold, all that glitters is cold"
08 I Want to Disappear (02:57)
Look at me now
Got no religion
Look at me now
I'm so vacant
Look at me now
I was a virgin
Look at me now
Grow up to be a whore
And I want it
I believe it
I'm a million different things
And not one you know
Hey and our mommies are lost now
Hey ,daddy's someone else
And we love the abuse
Because it makes us feel like we are needed now
But I know
I wanna disappear
I wanna die young
And sell my soul
Use up all your drugs
And make me come
A yesterday man
I was a nihilist and
now today I'm
just too fucking bored
By the time I'm old enough
I won't know anything at all
Hey and our mommies ...
11 User Friendly (04:17)
Use me when you want to come
I've bled just to have your touch
When im in you i want to die
x 2
User friendly Fucking dopestar obscene
Will you die when your high
You'd never die just for me
She says,
"I'm not in love , but im gunna fuck you
Till some body better comes along."
Use me like i was a whore
relationships are such a bore
delete the ones that you've fucked
x 2
User friendly Fucking dopestar obscene
Will you die when your high
You'd never die just for me
She says,
"I'm not in love , but im gunna fuck you
Till some body better comes along."
12 Fundamentally Loathsome (04:50)
I want to wake up in your
white, white sun
I want to wake up in your world
with no pain
But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday
While you are numb all of the way
When I hate it I know I can feel but
when you love it you know it's not real, no
When I hate it I know I can feel but
when you love it you know it's not real
I am resigned to this wicked fucking world
On its way to hell
The living are dead and
I hope to join them too
I know what to do and I do it well...
When I hate it I know I can feel but
when you love it you know it's not real, no
When I hate it I know I can feel but
when you love it you know it's not real
[solo]
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Oh yeah
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Yeah, oh yeah
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Oh yeah
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Shoot myself to love you [repeat 'til fadeout]
14 Coma White (05:40)
There's something cold and blank
Behind her smile
She's standing on an overpass
In her miracle mile
Cause you were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today, today, today
To run away
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
Her mouth was an empty cut
She was waiting to fall
Just bleeding like a poloroid
That lost all her dolls
Cause you were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today, today, today
To run away
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today, today, today
To run away
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
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