Marilyn Manson
Odds Of Even
Stood in the face of the grim deathScreaming monsters bring me to deafnessMy dagger and swagger are useless in the face of the mirrorWhen the mirror is made of my faceThis is the House of DeathWhere even angels die in arms of demonsThis is the House of DeathWhere even angels die in arms from a demonsHide your heart in your gutBut for what? When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrowOn death row, so now all of your secrets are shownThis is the House of DeathWhere even angels die in arms of demonsThis is the House of DeathWhere even angels die in arms from a demonsThis is the House of Death, no one is exempt from the odds of even
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