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°¡¼ö: Marilyn Manson

Love. Blood. War.
Desire. Deceit. Control.

There¡¯s no one here for everyone.
Just stick around until I¡¯m gone.
I love you so, it hurts.
For whatever that it¡¯s worth.
And all the dark will fade away.
The rumors and the lies.
And no one will remember if you even said goodbye.

What¡¯s the point in dying
When the world thinks you¡¯re already dead?
What¡¯s the point in crying
With the rain beating down on your head?

Greed. Hate. Lust.
Divine. Disgust. Distrust.

Happiness comes in a pill,
off a fifteen story windowsill.
You long until I die,
or at least until I try.
The afterworks told me nothing.
Our problem still persists.
So think about the stories,
and the bullshit that you¡¯ll miss.

What¡¯s the point in dying
When the world thinks you¡¯re already dead?
What¡¯s the point in crying
With the rain beating down on your head?
What¡¯s the point in lying
If no one believes what you say?
What¡¯s the point in dying
If you¡¯re already dead anyway?
If you¡¯re already dead anyway?
If you¡¯re already dead anyway?

I hope you will remember me at least say so to comfort me.
You say goodbye so easily. It¡¯s now or never.
It may seem really pitiful, but life became too beautiful.
The pain of love unbearable. It¡¯s now or never.
Gone forever.

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The Point
Marilyn Manson

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