Digital Booklet - Antichrist Superstar

alice

deformography upon your star

when you wish don’t let yourself fall, fall in too hard I fell into you and I’m on my back an insect decaying in your little trap I squirm into you, now I’m in your gut I fell into you, now I’m in a rut “i lift you up like the sweetest angel, i’ll tear you down like a whore. i will bury your god in my warm spit, you’ll be deformed in your porn” rock star yeah (you’re such a dirty, dirty) rock star yeah (dirty, dirty, dirty) you eat up my heart and all the little parts your star is so sharp it leaves me jagged holes I make myself sick just to poison you if I can’t have you then no one will (chorus) you are the one i want and what i want is so unreal i’m such a dirty Rock star yeah... (i am the one you want and what you want is so unreal)

horn man that you fear little there’s an apple in the pussy mouth

the ants are in the sugar the muscles atrophied we’re on the other side,the screen is us and we’re t.v. spread me open, sticking to my pointy ribs are all your infants in abortion cribs I was born into this everything turns to shit the boy that you loved is the man that pray until you’re number, asleep you fear your pain, your apple has beenfrom all rotting tomorrow’s turned i have it all and i have no choiceup dead i’ll make everyone pay and you but to will see you can kill yourself now because you’re dead in my mind the boy that you loved is the monster you fear peel off all those eyes and crawl dark, you’ve poisoned all your into the children to camouflage your scars pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear pray your life was just a dream the cut that never heals pray now baby, pray your life was just (I am so tangled in my sins that a dream I cannot escape) pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed someone had to go this far I was born into this everything turns to shit the boy that you loved is the man that peel off all those eyes and crawl you fear dark, you’ve poisoned all your into the children to camouflage your scars pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear pray your life was just a dream the cut that never heals pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream the world in my hands, there’ s no one left to hear you scream there’s no one left for you

magnificent

now I am the dinner whore there’s a tumor in the t.v. mouth burn it out before it grows someone better get the dog to kick, jaws wired shut to save the dick out of the bottomless pit comes the little horn “little horn is born” the world spreads its legs for another star world shows its face for another scar dead will dance for what is left the worms will wait with bated breath “your blind have now become my deaf” so says the little horn “save yourself from this...” (chorus) everyone will suffer now... “you can’t save yourself...” (chorus)

the reflecting god

your world is an ashtray we burn and coil like cigarettes the more you cry your ashes turn to mud its the nature of the leeches, the virgin’s feeling cheated you’ve only spent a second of you’re life my world is unaffected, there is an exit here I say it is and then it’s true, there is a dream inside a dream, I’m wide awake the more I sleep you’ll understand when I’m dead I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me saw heaven and hell were lies when I’m god everyone dies scar/can you feel my power? shoot here and the world gets smaller scar/scar/can you feel my power one shot and the world gets smaller let’s jump upon the sharp swords and cut away our smiles without the threat of death there’s no reason to live at all my world is unaffected, there is an exit here I say it is and then it’s true, there is a dream inside a dream, I’m wide awake the more I sleep you’ll understand when I’m dead (bridge) (chorus) “each thing i show you is a piece of my death” shoot shoot shoot motherfucker no salvation, no forgiveness “this is beyond your experience” forgiveness...

wormboy

fiend

angel with the scabbed wings

mister superstar dried up, tied and dead to the world

Hey Mr. Superstar: he is the angel with the scabbed wings “I’ll do anything for you” when will you realize you’re already there? an hard-drug face, want to powder his nose “I’m you’re number one fan” Each time i make my mother cry so watered down--your feelings have turned to mud. crop he will deflower the freshest hey mr. porno star, I, I, I, I want you angel dies and falls from heaven “love everybody” is destroying the value of its hard to hey mr. sickly star, dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores when the boy is still a worm all hate has got me nowhere dead I want to get sick from you learn the number seven I know I’m slipping, I know I’m slipping, I know I’m slipping away you he is, he does what he please to what is hey mr. fallen star, but when they get oh no, it is everything they said it was see to do want don’t you know I worship you? the things that he has you’ll never it’s the first thing that they oh no, I am all the things they said I was what you’re never gonna be now hey mr. big rock star, each time I look outside when you get to heaven you will wish you’re in hell is changing shape “I wanna grow up just like you” sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people my mother dies, I feel my back boy it’s never when will you realize, you’re already here the es you don’t want to be him I know that I can turn you on when the worm consum you’ll thank us now that you have crossed over him see to you only want I wish I could just turn you off considered rape don’t pick the scabs or you will never heal I never wanted this mommy’s got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow when they get to you the world shudders as the worm gets his wings man can’t always reap what he sow hey mr. superhate, prick your finger it is done... sun... (chorus) the “he is the maker” d eclipse I just want to love you the moon has now then i got my wings and i never even knew it taker) .. the is (he hey, hey, hey mr. superfuck, angel has spread his wings. the when i was a worm, thought i wouldn’t get through it... things... “he is the saviour” I wanna go down on you the time has come for bitter (he is the raper) hey mr. supergod, (verse 2) will you answer my prayers? (chorus) hey, hey, hey mr. superman, get back you’re never gonna leave him I want to be your little girl get back you’re always gonna please him he lives inside my mouth (chorus) and tells me what to say hey mr. superstar, when he turns the trains I’ll kill myself for you on he makes it go away hey mr. superstar, the hands are cracked and dirty and I’ll kill you if I can’t have you the nails are beetle wings superstar, superfuck baby... when he turns the trains on he unties all of the strings the worm: “tell me something beautiful, tell me something free, tell me something beautiful she’s made of hair and and i wish that i could be.” bone and little and things I cannot teeth (then i got my wings and i never even knew it, speak she comes on like a crip when i was a worm, thought i couldn’t get through it) pled plaything jack: (not spoken) come, come spine is just a string I wrapped our love in the toys all smell like children all this silver-tight like spide foil and scab-knees will obey r legs I never wanted i’ll have to kneel on broomsticks but flies will alwaysit to ever spoil just to make it go away. lay their eggs Take your hatred out [the inauguration of the worm] make your victim myon me (then i got my wings and i never even knew it, head you never ever belie when i was a worm, thought i couldn’t get through it) ved in me a voice we have not yet heard: “because today I am prosthetic synthesi your tourniquet is black/because there is no turning back. s with butt sealed up with virgin erfly because your lies have watered me/i have become the stitc if it hurts just tell h strongest weed” weed... me preserve the innocenc through jack’s eyes: e I never wanted it to the taste of metal end this but flies will lay thei way, disintegrator r eggs three holes upon the leather belt it’s cut and swollen and the age is showing boy: “there’s no one here to save ourself.” the disintegrator: (to himself) this is what you should fear you are what you should fear

cryptorchid

kinderfeld

comfort

you cut off all of your finger trade them in for dollar billss cake on some more make-up to cover all those lines wake up and stop shaking cause you’re just wasting time 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 writte n I’ll be your lover, i’ll be foreve i’ll be tomorrow, i am anything r 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 foreve all fucked up and dead to the r world...

tourniquet

the minute of decay

there’s not much left to love too tired today to hate I feel the empty I feel the minute of decay I’m on my way down now, I’d like to take you with me I’m on my way down I’m on my way down now, I’d like to take you with me I’m on my way down the minute that it’s born it begins to die I’d love to just give in, I’d love to live this lie I’ve been to black and back I’ve whited out my name a lack of pain, a lack of hope, a lack of anything to say there is no cure for what is killing me I’m on my way down I’ve looked ahead and saw a world that’s dead I guess that I am too (chorus) i’m on my way down now, i’d like to take you with me...

INTD-90086

the beautiful people

I don’t want you and I don’t need you don’t bother to resist, I’ll beat you 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 for the trees, and you can’t smell your own shit on your knees Hey you, what do you see? something beautiful, something free? hey you, are you trying to be mean? if you live with apes, man, it’s hard to be clean there’s no time to discriminate, hate every motherfucker that’s in your way the worms will live in every host it’s hard to pick which one they eat most the horrible people, the horrible people it’s as anatomic as the size of your steeple capitalism has made it this way, old-fashioned fascism will take it away (chorus)

h e av e n antichrist superstar

you built me up with your wishing hell I didn’t have to sell you you threw your money in the pissing well you do just what they tell you REPENT, that’s what I’m talking about i shed the skin to feed the fake REPENT, that’s what I’m talking about whose mistake am i anyway? Cut the head off Grows back hard I am the hydra now you’ll see your star prick your finger it is done the moon has now eclipsed the sun the angel has spread his wings the time has come for bitter things (chorus) the time has come it is quite clear our antichrist is almost here... it is done

irresponsible hate anthem

I am so all-american, I’d sell you suicide I am totalitarian, I’ve got abortions in my eyes I hate the hater, I’d rape the raper I am the animal who will not be himself fuck it Hey victim, should I black your eyes again? Hey victim, you were the one who put the stick in my hand I am the ism, my hate’s a prism let’s just kill everyone and let your god sort them out fuck it everybody’s someone else’s nigger/I know you are so am I I wasn’t born with enough middle fingers/ I don’t need to choose a side I better, better, better, better not say this better, better, better, better not tell I hate the hater, I’d rape the raper I am the idiot who will not be himself fuck it (chorus)

master

1996

anti choice anti girl I am the anti-flag unfurled anti white and anti man I got the anti-future plan anti fascist anti mod I am the anti-music god anti sober anti whore there will never be enough of anti more I can’t believe in the things that don’t believe in me now it’s your turn to see misanthropy anti people now you’ve gone too far here’s your antichrist superstar anti money anti hate anti things I fucked and ate anti cop anti fun here is my anti-president gun anti Satan anti black anti world is on my back anti gay and anti dope I am the faggot anti-pope (bridge) (chorus) anti peace anti life anti husband, anti wife anti song and anti me I don’t deserve a chance to be (chorus)

irresponsible hate anthem 1

[lyrics: Manson, Ramirez/music: Berkowitz, Gacy] live guitar: Zim Zum

VI

III

[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez] descending horn guitar: Sean Beavan

dried up, tied and dead to the world 3 [lyrics: Manson/music: Manson, Ramirez] additional guitars: M. Manson

tourniquet 4

[lyrics: Manson/music: Berkowitz, Ramirez] Additional guitar: Daisy Berkowitz

little horn 5

[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Reznor]

cryptorchid 6

[lyrics: Manson/music: Gacy] drums: Gacy/mellotron: Reznor

deformography 7

[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Reznor] additional guitar: Reznor

HIHV

HVIH

VHHI

wormboy 8

[lyrics: Manson/music: Berkowitz, Ramirez]

mister superstar 9

[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez] lead guitar: Reznor / additional rhythm guitar: Daisy Berkowitz

angel with the scabbed wings 10

0110 nI : cV : bIV

1oo0 nVII : cX : bII

01o0

[lyrics: Manson/music: Manson, Ramirez, Gacy] lead guitar: Danny Lohner

nVIII : cV : bVIII

kinderfeld 11

[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Gacy] additional guitar: M. Manson/ live drums: Chris Vrenna

marilyn manson

antichrist superstar 12

[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Gacy] Additional guitar: Daisy Berkowitz

minute of decay 14

[lyrics and music: Manson] guitar: M. Manson

the reflecting god 15

VII

Band: Marilyn Manson: all voices, guitar, pan flute Twiggy Ramirez: lead and rhythm guitars, acoustic \guitar, bass M.W. Gacy: all keyboards, loops and other original pieces of 16-bit audio Ramirez: information All Tracks Except 6 & 14 Blood Heavy Music/Dinger & Ginger Fish: live drums, Ollie Music, administered by programming and introducing Dinger & Ollie Music, BMI. Zim Zum: live guitarist for ©1996 All rights reserved Antichrist Superstar Gacy: Management: Tony Ciulla Tracks 1, 6, 10, 11,12 & 16 Booking: Alex Kochan for DCLXVI Music /Dinger & Ollie Music, administered by Artists and Audience Legal: David Codikow Dinger & Ollie Music, BMI. Business Management: ©1996 All rights reserved Jay Sendyk Berkowitz: Tracks 1, 4, 8 & 16 Nothing: John A. Malm, Jr. Carducci Thrift Music/Dinger & Ollie Music, Design & Digital Illustration: P.R. Brown administered by Dinger & @ Bau-Da Design Group Ollie Music, BMI. ©1996 All Photography: Dean Karr rights reserved Reznor: Tracks 5, 7, & 15 Leaving Hope/TVT Music, Inc. ASCAP. ©1996 All rights reserved Antichrist Superstar was conceived and created by Marilyn Manson Produced by Trent Reznor & Dave “Rave” Ogilvie Co-produced by M. Manson Except tracks 3 & 11 Produced by M. Manson & Sean Beavan Engineered by Dave “Rave” Ogilvie & Sean Beavan assisted by Brian Pollack & Chris Vrenna Mixed by Sean Beavan Editing & Programming: Chris Vrenna, Trent Reznor, Sean Beavan, Charlie Clouser & Dave “Rave” Ogilvie Nothing Studios, New Orleans Mastering: Tom Baker at Future Disc Systems

Thanks: Tony Ciulla, Barb and Hugh, Missi, Trent, Sean Beavan, John A. Malm, Jr., Jeff Anderson, All at Interscope, Sioux z., Jay, Gerri, & Rich, E. Elias Merhige, Dana Maher and Family, Gerry Gerrard, Danny & Podboy, Robin Finck, Sam Kirby, Frank Proia, David Lynch and Jennifer, J. Mahoney, Veronika, Natalie Natero, Maxie & Garrett, Mike Nastasi, Chris Meyer, all the Bier, Wilson & Yip families, J. Rach, Gary Talpas, Silvia Garcia, Howard Schomer, Steven Hirsch, R. Rosen, M. Toorock, Dean Karr and the U Ground, Anton Lavey, Andy and all at Barrister’s Gallery, Tommy Prong.

Antichrist Svperstar 1996 13

[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez]

[Irresponsible Hate Anthem was recorded live on February 14, 1997.]

IX

the beautiful people 2

minister

Manson: All Tracks Songs of Golgotha Music/Dinger & Ollie Music, administered by Dinger & Ollie Music, BMI. ©1996 All rights reserved

[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Reznor] Acoustic Guitar: Danny Lohner

complaisant

man that you fear 16

[lyrics: Manson/music: Ramirez, Manson, Gacy, Berkowitz] rhodes piano: Reznor

Manipulation by S.M.G.

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