Photo of the artist Marilyn Manson

Slave Only Dreams To Be King

Marilyn Manson


The human Will, that force unseen
The offspring of a deathless soul
Can hew its way to any goal
Though walls of granite intervene
Be not impatient in delay
But wait as one who understands
When spirit rises and commands
The gods are ready to obey

Take my money like an ugly bee
Covered in my honey, too dumb to see
My Fibonacci blinded by your jealousy
I’m happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don’t need hope to know that you’d die slow
I’m happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don’t need hope to know that you’d die slow

You are what you beat, yeah
You are what you beat, yeah

And then we met our brand new parents
But they didn't know it yet
So we chanted: Wed, wed, wed!
But they didn't know they were dead
Didn't know they were dead

Then the witch tied her fruit to a stick
When our coin was looking too thin
It’s like a winter in Hades, we drooled for the ladies
As if the apple was owned by God

And then we met our brand new parents
But they didn't know it yet
So we chanted: Wed, wed, wed!
But they didn't know they were dead
Didn't know they were dead

Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be king
Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be king

You are what you beat, yeah
You are what you beat, yeah

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