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From the new album, “WE ARE CHAOS”, out now: Directed, photographed and edited by Matt Mahurin Follow Marilyn Manson: Facebook: Instagram: Twitter: Lyrics: 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 a 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 #MarilynManson
