One of my favourite groups of my childhood is Marilyn Manson.
I listened at his songs for years.

I was strange in that period.
An apprehended brooding hunk.
But even if I wasn’t a bad guy people always respected me for the aura of mystery glowing around me.

I remember myself wrapped up in huge and spiky leather jackets, but listening both sad, romantic, violent and corny songs.
Fragile and nervy, but also pure and sure to be special, in a certain way.

So much things changed in these years, but I’ll never forget.

Today I feel again like this song he did 10 years ago.
So I publish it.

To remember that,
as he could say,
that sometimes everyone haves the need to love, and hate.

Marilyn Manson – In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death

We have no future
heaven wasn’t made for me
we burn ourselves to hell
as fast as it can be
and I wish that I could be a king
then I’d know that I am not alone

Maggots put on shirts
Sell each others shit
sometimes I feel so worthless
sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough
then I’d know that I am not alone

Death is policeman
Death is the priest
Death is the stereo
Death is a TV
Death is the Tarot
Death is an angel and
Death is our God
killing us all

she puts the seeds in me
plant this dying tree
she’s a burning string
and I’m just the ashes

she put the seeds in me
plant this dying tree
she’s a burning string
and I’m just the ashes