Archivi tag: Marilyn Manson

Speed of Pain

Io quei giorni in cui subisco l’influenza del mondo esterno non li sopporto…odio ciò che interferisce col mio essere una persona cinica, egocentrica ed a volte pure un po’ stronza (ce li avrò dei pregi?!) e mi fa sentire piccola, fragile, vulnerabile e indifesa.  Giorni così…giorni da canzoni come questa, bella bella bella e bella ancora! 

Speed Of Pain (Marilyn Manson)

They slit our throats like we were flowers
And our milk has been devoured
When you want it, it goes away too fast
Times you hate it, it always seems to last
Just remember when you think You’re free
The crack inside your fucking heart is me
(thought, not spoken):
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
I wish I could sleep but I can’t lay on my back
Because there’s a knife for everyday that I’ve known you
When you want it, it goes away too fast
Times you hate it, it always seems to last
Just remember when you think you’re free
The crack inside your fucking heart is me
(thought, not spoken):
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
Lie to me, cry to me, give to me I would
Lie with me, die with me, give to me
I would
Keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair always
Keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair always
Lie to me, cry to me, give to me
I would
Lie with me, die with me, give to me
I would
I hope that we die holding hands for always
I hope that we die holding hands for always
I hope that we die holding hands
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They said that Hell’s not hot

Questo è un intervento fulminante…nel senso che ho sentito la canzone, ho letto il testo e mi son detta "Deve finire sul blog!". Cazzo…wow. Tutto l’ultimo cd di Manson secondo me è molto bello…e questa a mio parere è la canzone migliore…e come sempre, dai periodi più cessosi (mi riferisco al suo divorzio) vengono fuori le creazioni artistiche migliori…


T
hey said
that Hell’s not ho
t

I kill
myself in small amounts
In each relationship it’s not
About love.
Just another funeral and
Just another girl left in tears.
And I’m waiting
With the sound turned off
I’m waiting
Like a glass balloon
And I’m fading
Into the void and then
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone…
They said that hell’s not hot
They said that hell’s not hot
I gave my soul to someone else
She must have known that
It was already sold.
It was never about her,
It was about the hurt.
And so I’m waiting
With the sound turned off
I’m waiting
Like a glass balloon
And I’m fading
Into the void and then
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone…
I kill myself in small amounts
In each relationship it’s not
About love.
Just another funeral and
Just another girl left in tears.
I’m waiting
With the sound turned off
I’m waiting
Like a glass balloon
I’m fading
Into the void and then
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone…
I’m waiting
Like a glass balloon
I’m fading
Into the void and then
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone…
I’m waiting
I’m waiting
I’m fading
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone…
They said that hell’s not hot
They said that hell’s not hot
They said that hell’s not hot
They said that hell’s not hot