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.

Who am i?
Somewhere between man and god
Who am i?
Someone who'll spare the rod,
Am i Mr. Manson or Honest Abe?
Am i a king or a slave?
Am i Charles Freck?
Do i have an once of self respect?
Do i care?
What color is my hair?
Implying i have any...
Maybe i have lots of money
Or instead just a penny,
Who am i?
But more importantly
Who are you?