Spade

Marilyn Manson

The Golden Age of Grotesque


The beauty spot was borrowed,
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard

Burn your empty rain down on me,
Whisper your death beat so softly
We bend our knees at the altar of my ego

You drained my heart, you made a spade,
But 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 they're beggin' for dope and hopin'
Their bitter petal chant 'we can kick, you won't be back'

I'm a diamond that is tired,
Of all the faces i've acquired
We must secure the shadow 'ere the substance fades

You drained my heart, and made a spade,
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade,
But there's still traces of me in your veins

And we said, till we die
And we said, till we die

You drained my heart, and made a spade,
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade,
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade,
But there's still traces of me in your veins

And we said, till we die
And we said, till we die

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