[The Golden Age Of Grotesque] - 10. (исполнитель: Marilyn Manson)
The beauty spotwas borrowed Now my sweet [bad word] tomorrow On my confession that is waiting to be heard [bad word] your empty rain down on me Whisper your death beats so softly Bend your knees,the altar of my ego You drained my heart, and made a spade There's still traces of me in your veins You drained my heart, and made a spade There's still traces of me in your veins All my lilies' mouths are open, like to begging for dope andhoping But their pedal gently can kick, you won't be back All the timing that is sorrow of all the faces I've acquired We secure the shadow here, the sun fills face You drained my heart, and made a spade There's still traces of me in your veins You drained my heart, and made a spade There's still traces of me in your veins And we said 'til we die And we said 'til we die You drained my heart, and made a spade There's still traces of me in your veins You drained my heart, and made a spade There's still traces of me in your veins You drained my heart, and made a spade There's still traces of me in your veins You drained my heart, and made a spade There's still traces of me in your veins And we said 'til we die And we said 'til we die