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letra de mind of a lunatic - marilyn manson

paranoid, sitting in a deep sweat
thinking i gotta f-ck somebody before the week ends
the sight of blood excites me, shoot you in the head
sit down, and watch you bleed to death
i hear the sound of your last breath
shouldn’t have been around, i went all the way left
you was in the right place with me at the wrong time
i’m a psychopath, in a minute lose my f-cking mind
calm down, back to reality
don’t fear death, cause i know that it’s promised to me
flashes, i get flashes of jason
gimme a knife, a million lives i’ve wasted
the shadow of death follows me, i don’t give a f-ck
(in a mind of a lunatic)
p-ssy play superman, your -ss’ll get boxed up
put him in a straight jacket, the man’s sick
this is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic

lookin through her window, now my body is warm
she’s naked, and i’m a peepin tom
her body’s beautiful, so i’m thinking rape
shouldn’t have had her curtains open, so that’s her fate
leaving out her house, grabbed the b-tch by her mouth
drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
whipped out my knife, said, “if you scream, i cut you”
opened her legs and commenced the f-cking
she begged me not to k!ll her so i gave her a rose
then slit her throat and watched her shake till her eyes closed
(in a mind of a lunatic)
had s-x with the corpse before i left her
and drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
run for shelter never crossed my mind
i had a gauge, a grenade, and even a nine
dial 911 for the b-tch
but the cops ain’t sh-t
when they’re f-cking with a mind of a lunatic

i sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
dreaming of the people i’ve dismantled
i close my eyes and in the circle
appears the images of sons of b-tches that i murdered
flashbacks of bodies being f-cked up
once i attack, i’m like a pit on a rage that’s going nuts
boys used to die when i’m full fo that fry
i be ebbin when i’m high
so i say ‘f-ck’ and just let bullets fly
(in a mind of a lunatic)
like i said before, scarface is my ident-ty
a homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
i’m on the violent tip, so yo get a grip
and b-tch, better come equipped, ain’t taking no sh-t
cause here comes a mind of a lunatic

my girl’s getting skinny, she’s strung out on c0ke
so i went to her mother’s house and cut out her throat
her grandma was standing there, she was screaming out
as she reached for the telly, i put the blade on granny’s -ss
went to the back and grabbed a shovel
now granny’s on her way to meet the devil
pulled out my 38 and aimed at the b-tch
a cop says freeze, m-th-rf-cker ! b-tch, suck my d-ck
(mind of a lunatic)
i said, “die m-th-f-cker !” as i blasted
something cl!cked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
the scent of buckshots in human flesh
pigs dying from bullet wounds to the chest
no sheriff’s gonna take me on a road
dark as f-ck, and let his pistols explode
f-ck that, cause i ain’ts to die
so i reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry
it got me crazy as f-ck
a ragin psychotic full of that angel’s dust
the cops had the place surrounded
hunted for a way to get out – and i found it
innocent bystanders watch me set an example
i popped one, “let me go, goddammit
scot free
or all of these m-th-rf-ckers coming with me”
(in a mind of a lunatic)
all of a sudden the sh-t got silent
i remember waking up, in an asylum
being treated like a troubled kid
my shirt was all bl–dy, and both of my wrists was slit
think this is harsh? this ain’t as harsh as it gets
no telling what’s being thought up in the mind of a lunatic

janurary 5th 1969
a d-mn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
i shoulda been k!lled
but sister f-cked around and let me live
now i developed a criminal behaviour
f-ck with me, and i’ll slay your -ss
beyond recognition, sh-t
your dental records couldn’t prove your ident-ty, b-tch
i beg your pardon, on talking to borden
you’ll never find a m-th-rf-cker, so save your milk cartons
(in a mind of a lunatic)
cross the line, your -ss is mine
i don’t give a f-ck if you’re 9 or 99
blind, crippled, and crazy, don’t faze me
your funky -ss will be pushing up daisies
you wanna know what makes me cl!ck?
my psychiatrist said i got the mind of a lunatic

i ain’t got it all, so don’t f-ck with me
unless your -ss wanna be made history
i’ll blow your m-th-rf-cking house up
and if your wife and kids are inside, they’re f-cked
i don’t give a d-mn who i slay
don’t let me get a hold of some e&j
cause when the sh-t hit the fan
i’ll stab your -ss quicker than a mexican
the nightmares i leave you with on the scene
(in a mind of a lunatic)
will make freddy b-tch -ss look like a wet dream
this is fact, not fictional, son of a b-tch
i got the mind of a lunatic

- marilyn manson

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