Life Deforming: Marilyn Manson - Long Hard Road Out Of Hell

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Marilyn Manson - Long Hard Road Out Of Hell

Lyrics:

I wanna fly into the sun

Need faith to make me numb

Live like a teenage Christ

I'm a saint, got a date with suicide

Mary, Mary

To be this young is oh so scary

Mary, Mary

To be this young, I'm oh so scared

I wanna live, I wanna love

But it's a long hard road out of hell (x2)

You never said forever could ever hurt like this

You never said forever could ever hurt like this

Spin my way out of hell

There's nothing left of this soul to sell

Live fast and die fast too

How many times to do this for you?

How many times to do this for you?

(Repeat chorus)

Sell my soul for anything, anything but you

Sell my soul for anything, anything but you

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This was released in 97/98 on the soundtrack for the Spawn movie. Manson also used the title for his book. Most of this song, merely taken at face value (no interpretation) resonated so very strongly with me back then and probably even moreso now. This was at the height of his fame and reading that book puts this song into perspective even more. He's a brilliant person with interesting views, but between pandering himself to angsty teenagers and his cocaine addiction hurting his songwriting, I lost interest a long time ago. If you're interested, anything from 94-00 is some really amazing stuff.

Rei~

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