Texty: Marilyn Manson. The High End Of Low. Wight Spider.

I'll build you a shiny
dollhouse or church
where you can shrink
into a tiny wight spider
and gorge on horrid memories
with conceited wings

Smother the past in a cocoon
or me
and I'll help you move
all the bodies

I'll possess you but I don't need you
to be another one of my posessions
I don't need you to be my possession

And I won't make you kneel,
for anyone but me
Won't promise a star,
don't promise your soul
We'll say that we don't believe

I'll keep you wet when the world is dry
I can see them coming
I'll take you back inside
if they came for answers
I'll wrap my claws around your mouth tight
we'll consume each other
until there's nothing left to hide
and they can all drown in our blood

I'll possess you but I don't need you
to be another one of my posessions
I don't need you to be my possession

And I won't make you kneel,
for anyone but me
Won't promise a star,
don't promise your soul
We'll say that we don't believe

And I won't make you kneel,
for anyone but me
Won't promise a star,
don't promise your soul
We'll say that we don't believe

We'll say that we don't believe

We can't haunt this home,
home anymore
no, no, no, no, no, no
We can't haunt this home,
home anymore
no, no, no, no, no, no
We can't haunt this home,
home anymore
no, no, no, no, no, no
We can't haunt this home,
home anymore
no, no, no, no, no, no