Marilyn Manson
"Dried Up, Tied And Dead To The World"


you cut off all of your fingers 
trade them in for dollar bills 
cake on some more make-up to 
cover up all those lines 
wake up and stop shaking 
don't you want some of this? 
don't you need some of this? 
you take but cannot be given 
you ride but cannot be ridden
pinch this tiny heart of mine
wrap it up in soiled twine 
you never read what you've written 
I'll be your lover, i'll be forever
i'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high 
don't you want some of this? 
don't you need some of this? 
you shove your hair down my throat 
i feel your fingers in me 
tear this bitter fruit to mess 
and wrap it in your soiled dress 
now you must spit out the seeds 
(chorus) 
all dried up and tied up forever 
all fucked up and dead to the world...