What else do us weak have in life
(what other hope)
but the belief than one day
every wrong will be set right,
everything will be okay?
(because it is in grief that we cope)
"It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It's all relative to the size of your steeple
You can't see the forest from the trees
And you can't smell your own shit on your knees
There's no time to discriminate
Hate every motherfucker
That's in your way
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?"
Marilyn Manson
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