Day 3 - Marilyn Manson (玛丽莲·曼森)
Stare in the face of the grim death
Screaming monsters bring me to deafness
My dagger and swagger are useless
In the faze of the mirror
When the mirror is made of my face
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms of daemons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms
Oh daemons
Hide yo heart in yo gut
But for what When they're waiting to
Pull you apart like a scarecrow
On death row soon now all of your secrets are shown
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms of daemons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in arms oh daemon
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
