Marilyn Manson - by Briana
Brian Warner grew up in a town called Canton
Where his grandfather was known to dress in Satin
Scolded and punished at Christian school
Where music was an evil tool
He presented his teacher with his angel picture with pride
It was called a hoax and left a pain in his side
No more could he follow the holy christian path
For his childhood was the spark of his adulthood wrath
A father whose own anger caused Brian's eyes to tear
A mother whose love was much too near
Broomsticks where his knees were forced to kneel
So many wounds to deep to clearly heal
When little Brian is grown his pain is still there
It is visible in his expression so fair
The rise in his monumental dangerous gloom
No one knows his fate or doom
The blade which makes the bloody slash
His pains released with the gash
But in his darkness his true bliss arose
His love brought to surface by a girl named Rose
His eyes begin to shine
As he clutches his lady so fine
His songs tell the tale of his life
Through his words we feel his strife
Too many rumours and to many silly lies
Look to his face fot the truth lays in his eyes
Listen to his words for they speak of how despair fell
The road of Marilyn Manson's life was a long hard road out of hell.
GRINDER - by Steven Fernier Lee
leper shrouded in velvet
motionless, but crooked hands poised
screaming wordless, scraped and beaten into stark red noise
wrist bitter with terror wound in your aching teeth
shadow, rising, falling castoff serpent skin
eyes pinned, throat quaking in epileptic dance
lungs hammering at heart in hysterical combat
feeling the shrapnel eyes driving in
demon tongues laughing atop torches
the light half a mistake out of reach
(leper, bent mouth drawn stringtight
inhuman noneuclidean hands
descending)
(c)1999 sfl
Graveyard Paradise - By Briana
Come visit the savage garden
The brilliant paradise lost
Mechanical animals lay in their dens
As sweet dreams bring visions of frost
Acres of drugs fade in the horizon
As coma white erases the night
Cryptorchid skeletons rise from the ground
The orbital world moves in a fright
Dopehats dance around the fire
In one second flames of blood draw near
Tears of pearls roll down decaying walls
The beautiful people stare frozen in fear
Gather the dead in the red river
Taste of it's bloody shore
The minute of decay closes its eye
The man the you fear is alive forever more
Angel Rockstar - By Linzee W.
Art in motion,
He keeps me dangling, always craving more.
He moves like sex, his jagged dance, an angel drenched in gore.
His reply in precious glass, that you shatter with your eyes.
You tell your children he's the devil, breed them on your lies.
My wicked prince, my gracious beast, your philosophy is true.
Your haunting words, your somber note, when I first heard, I knew.
Genius wrapped in glamour hate, your lyrics speak of me.
You speak for us - The "odd" and "lost".
But some will never see.
My crooked world is somehow healed when my rockstar prophet sings.
But will I ever get to my angel with the scabbed wings?
Perfection - By Briana
In your perfect world you stay
An isolated existence you lead
Staring at me in my disfunctional world
Through you my eyes bleed
My glitter black eyes
And purple blood lips
At me you glance
You think I'm sick
Rhinestone leather choking my neck
Metallic chains around my wrist
Charcoal blackened fingernails
Pale face in the mist
My lust for death
And quest for night
You feel so afraid
When you catch my sight
To me I'm perfect
To you I'm crazy
But you're the weirdo
With your mind so hazy
Shallow - by Lacey
You still speak
Your soul is dead
It's screaming through the flames
Those words that bleed
Endlessly from your blistered lips
Reflect the image of ignorance
Words that mean nothing
But say something
I see straight through you
You're so quick to judge me
"Black clothes, black hair,
Green eyes, metal everywhere.
Children cover your eyes."
Now I speak
My soul is animate
Breathing your hate
These words that drip
Slowly from my "Satan kissed" lips
Reflect the worlds pain
Words that say something
But mean nothing
Unless you listen
I could judge you
"Rich, whore fucking, gold wearing,preppy."
I don't pretend to understand
Your blindness
My sight is clear
I choose to follow myself
Too bad your soul is dead
Your Nothing Inside My Mind - by Erica
You grow on me
You left something on me, a disease
Serenity,Tranquillity, this desire for pain is killing you
Integral
You complete me
Perfect in me
Mournful all the time
This love you cant define, your hopeless always mine...
still your nothing in my mind.
