Spade

Marilyn Manson · The Golden Age Of Grotesque [2003]

The beauty spot was borrowed

Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow

On my confession that is waiting to be heard



Run your empty rain down on me

Whisper your deathbeats so softly

Bend your knees, the altar of my ego



You drained my heart, and made a spade

There's still traces of me in your veins

You drained my heart, and made a spade

There's still traces of me in your veins



All my lilies' mouths are open

Like they're begging for dope

And hoping

Their bitter petal chant

"we can kick, you won't be back"



I'm a diamond that is tired

Of all all the faces I've acquired

We must secure the shadow

Ere the substance fades



You drained my heart

And made a spade

But there's still traces of me

In your veins

You drained my heart

And made a spade

But there's still traces of me

In your veins

And we said 'til we die

And we said 'til we die