WE ARE CHAOS - Marilyn Manson

If you say that we're ill

Just give us your pill

Hope we'll just go away

But once you've inhaled death

Everything else is perfume

Maybe I'm just a mystery

I could end up your misery

Maybe I'm just a mystery

I could end up your misery

In the end we all end up in a garbage dump

But I'll be the one that's holding your hand

We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

Maybe I'm just a mystery

I could be your misery

Maybe I'm just a mystery

Marry with the left hand

So far, so far from the mad'ning crowd

We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

Am I man or a show, or moment

The man in the moon

Or a man of all seasons

Will I be in at the kill

With you?

We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick, fucked up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick