Hello from the gutters of Fort Lauderhell, which are filled with piss, disease, and broken toys. Hello from Marilyn Manson.
We are your shit. You should be ashamed of what you have eaten. I am writing on behalf of my band, who has adopted my namesake as a mockery of your fixation with the grandoise "stars" that litter your television screens daily. I am the "All American Anti-Christ" bathed in talk show - trash, here to help hysterical housewives wallow in their own suffering. I have predicted the past. I am the accuser.
Marilyn Manson is the harvest of thrown away kids, and America is now afraid to reap what it has sown.
You have spoonfed us Saturday morning mouthfuls of maggots and lies disguised in your sugary breakfast cereals. The plates you made us clean were filled with your fears. These things have hardened in our soft pink bellies. We have grown up watching your television, that you put in your homes. We are a sympton of your Christian America, the biggest Satan of all.
It's too late to take it all back. This is your world in which we grow, and we will grow to hate you.
Love and I am,
Mr. Manson
Spread me open, stuck to my pointy ribs are all your infants in abortion cribs. Disease, disease is draining me, anymore it's not so "pretty please". Satan is a glass of milk and bedtime story that mommy and daddy jesus scare babies into submission with. Fascism spreads its cancerous tendrils into the soft guts of bible-belt-wearing white trash, organizing their lives around old testament cartoon characters. We fuck each other with hatred and kill the things we love. We scapegoat the things we don't understand. 13-year-olds, dirty and swollen, are sold into a porno-nation, sedated and devoured by their fathers. With its rabbit-ears smuggly erect, the t.v. talks in hard-ons and acne medicine, while a boy dreams of stardom and lives in fear of failure. Denial leads to addiction that leads to denial. Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise. Who ever said tricks were for kids? Do you wanna see me pull a rabbit (monkey) out of my hat (back)? I have never pretended to be anything but an asshole. I am what you make me. I'm everything you hate and all you think of being. I am sexually-deviant, devil-worshipping children are not the "problem". They (we) are merely a symptom of Christian America, the biggest Satan of all.
Save yourself (me),
M. Manson
-- from the liner notes of "Refrigerator"
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