Ah, thou hath stumblest upon my favorite part of the website. Good for you, now enlighten yourself with some lyrics.

Get Your Gunn

Portrait of an American Family

Goddamn your righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The prolife I will kill
What you don't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasn't me
I am the little stick
You stir me into shit
I hate therefore I am
Goddamn your rightous hand
Goddamn, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I throw a little fit I slit my teenage wrist
The most that I can learn
Is in records that you burn
Get your gunn, get your gunn get your gunn, get your gunn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I am the VHS
Record me with your fist
You want me to save the world I'm just a little girl
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Get your gunn, get your gunn Get your gunn, get your gunn...
Get!

The Reflecting God

Antichrist superstar

Your world is an ashtray
We burn and coil like cigarettes
The more you cry your ashes turn to mud
The nature of the leeches, the virgin's feeling cheated
You've only spent a second of your life
My world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true,
There is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
You'll understand when I'm dead

I went to god just to see

And I was looking at me
Saw heaven and hell were lies
When I'm god everybody dies

Scar, scar, can you feel my power?
One shot and the world gets smaller
Scar, scar, can you feel my power?
One shot and the world gets smaller

Let's jump upon the sharp swords
Cut away our smiles
Without the threat of death
There's no reason to live at all
My world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true,
There is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
You'll understand when I'm dead

I went to god just to see

And I was looking at me
Saw heaven and hell were lies
When I'm god everybody dies

Scar, scar, can you feel my power?
One shot and the world gets smaller
Scar, scar, can you feel my power?
One shot and the world gets smaller

"Each thing i show you is a piece of my death"
No salvation, no forgiveness

Shoot shoot shoot motherfucker

No salvation, no forgiveness
"This is beyond your experience"
Forgiveness...

Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)

Holywood

Am I sorry your sky went black,
put your knives in babies backs?
Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's and Huxley too?

But I'm sorry Shakespeare
was your scapegoat
and your apples sticking into my throat
Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails
and your crucifixion commercials failed
but I'm just a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
we all just sing their song

Am I sorry to be alive
putting my face in the beehive?
Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald, pinks and cocaine too?

I'm sorry you never check
the bag in my head for a bomb
and my halo was a needle hole
I'm sorry I saw a priest being beaten
and I made a wish
but I'm just a pitiful anonymous

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
we all just sing their song
we all just sing their song

"the valley of death we are free
your father's your prison you see"

And I see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
we all just sing their song

You're just a copy of an imitation

Lamb Of God

Holywood

There was Christ in the metal shell
There was blood on the pavement
The camera will make you god
That's how Jack became sainted

If you die when there's no one watching
And your ratings drop and you're forgotten
If they kill you on their TV
You're a martyr and a lamb of god

Nothing's going to change
Nothing's going to change the world

Nothing's going to change
Nothing's going to change the world

There was Lennon and a happy gun
There were words on the pavement
We were looking for the lamb of god
We were looking for Mark David

If you die when there's no one watching
And your ratings drop and you're forgotten
If they kill you on their TV
You're a martyr and a lamb of god

Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change
Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change...the world

It took three days for him to die
Then born again could buy the serial rights
Lamb of god have mercy on us

Lamb of god won't you grant us

Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change
Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change...the world

If you die when there's no one watching
And your ratings drop and you're forgotten
If they kill you on their TV
You're a martyr and a lamb of god
Nothing's going to change the world

http://mansonmosque.hollowgen.net/

^Where I ganked the lyrics since it's late and I'm too lazy to type them. Actually, it's my favorite Manson website. There's tons of great stuff here. Also where I stole the pictures of the band,

http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Lounge/6493/

^Lots of pictures. Where I stole some of the ZimZum ones.

~ZimZum fansites (Yes, there are ZimZum fansites) There are more but I'm tired and can't find them. I'll add them later.

http://members.aol.com/secretboy1/index.html

http://members.tripod.com/~ZimZumStarla/zimzum.html

~ And last, the question on everyone's mind, "Which Marilyn Manson are you?" I'm "Portrait of an American Family Marilyn Manson". Doesn't that remind you of a doll?

Curious about which one you are? Go here

http://www.venesection.com/mquiz.html