Falsidade, incompetência, interesses pessoais auto.destrutivos, desejos, tendências e modas e ironismo num único poema transformado em canção, parece.me algo de génio, e é!
Apesar de já não sobreviver sem ajuda a sua mente continua desperta, lembra.me de mim.
A fama não me atingirá, mas é uma honra perceber que tenho a mente desperta, atenta, actualizada.
De uma boca calada se fala bem mais do que se a mesma explodisse em devaneios e conversas impróprias.
Apesar de já não sobreviver sem ajuda a sua mente continua desperta, lembra.me de mim.
A fama não me atingirá, mas é uma honra perceber que tenho a mente desperta, atenta, actualizada.
De uma boca calada se fala bem mais do que se a mesma explodisse em devaneios e conversas impróprias.
""
As if we need a 'Why' I'll be
And I'll be the 'Who' for an
apocalypse 'how'
If the world had one neck, my hands would be the 'where'
and I would choke all of you down
I would choke all of you down
I would choke all of you down
Give me a picket sign
and make it blank and white
Like all those stupid teenage girls
we are gonna to need them were we're going tonight
All you fuckers vote beep beep beep
in drunk karaoke cars
if itss too dumb to see, or say, you still sing it
I'll just cue the applause
Lets make sure the music is loud enough we won't even hear it end
Lets make sure the music is loud enough we won't even hear it end
Give me a picket sign
and make it blank and white
Like all those stupid teenage girls
we are gonna to need them were we're going tonight
I want to celebrate
I want to sell your hate
Today's the day you're gonna fucking die
I want to celebrate
I want to sell your hate
Your demons want to give you a propper goodbye
All you fuckers vote beep beep beep
in drunk karaoke cars
if itss too dumb to see, or say, you still sing it
I'll just cue the applause
Give me a picket sign
and make it blank and white
Like all those stupid teenage girls
we are gonna to need them were we're going tonight
I want to celebrate
I want to sell your hate
Today's the day you're gonna fucking die
I want to celebrate
I want to sell your hate
Your demons want to give you a proper goodbye
I want to celebrate
I want to sell your hate
Today's the day you're gonna fucking die
I want to celebrate
I want to sell your hate
Your demons want to give you a proper goodbye
Give me a picket sign
and make it blank and white
Like all those stupid teenage girls
we are gonna to need them were we're going tonight
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Lets make sure the music is loud enough we won't even hear it end
Lets make sure the music is loud enough we won't even hear it end
Lets make sure the music is loud enough we won't even hear it end""
by Marilyn Manson
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