Hubo un tiempo en el que crei crecer al son de estas canciones,
hubo un tiempo en el que crei morir por algo que resulto estar muerto.
Ahora vuelve su música, en escenarios distintos,
con distintas marionetas manejadas por distintas manos,
vuelve más salvaje que nunca, espero que no se note demasiado.
Siempre estaré agradecido al Reverendo Manson por mostrarme la cara
amarga de la sociedad, da igual que sea americana que española, que japonesa,
por hacerme saltar esa anilla de vez en cuando.
Y como de luchas escribo ultimamente....

Nothing suffocates you more than
the passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make
your children breath into survive

But I'm not a slave to a god
that doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to world
that doesn't give a shit

And when we were good
you just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
we're going to scar your minds

fight, fight, fight, fight

You'll never grow up to be a big-
rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
cheap coupons and say that death
was on sale today

And when we were good
you just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
we're scar your minds

But I'm not a slave to a god
that doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to world
that doesn't give a shit

the death of one is a tragedy
the death of one is a tragedy
the death of one is a tragedy
but death of a million is just a statistic

fight, fight, fight, fight
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Marilyn Manson
The Fight Song