Manson's singing soaking them with
the silken sound of ***
His throat tearing with sweat and
blood
The way you'd like your
fabric skin torn
away
As he pours a flood of
need down your
throat and
legs
You want to beg for
mercy and more
Beg until your body is sore
with the pill of a breath
The sound of his pain
makes you feel bereft
and touched
too much
not
enough
don't
stop
His voice grabs the audience's crotch
Be obsene
"Light a candle for the sinners"
"Light a fire"
*You could burn a country with this audience's
desire*
Manson is ******* them.
And they ******* love it.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Manson's singing soaking them with
the silken sound of ***
His throat tearing with sweat and
blood
The way you'd like your
fabric skin torn
away
As he pours a flood of
need down your
throat and
legs
You want to beg for
mercy and more
Beg until your body is sore
with the pill of a breath
The sound of his pain
makes you feel bereft
and touched
too much
not
enough
don't
stop
His voice grabs the audience's crotch
Be obsene
"Light a candle for the sinners"
"Light a fire"
*You could burn a country with this audience's
desire*
Manson is ******* them.
And they ******* love it.
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