People=Shit Here we go again, motherfucker Come on down, and see the idiot right here Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care What's the matter with calamity anyway? Right? Get the fuck outta my face Understand that I can't feel anything It isn't like I wanna sift through the decay I feel like a would, like I got a fuckin' Gun against my head, you live when I'm dead One more time, mother fucker Everybody hates me now, so fuck it Blood's on my face and my hands, and I Don't know why, I'm not afraid to cry But that's none of your business Whose life is it? Get it? See it? Feel it? Eat it? Spin it around so i can spit in its face I wanna leave without a trace Cuz I don't wanna diein this place People = Shit People = Shit (Whatcha gonna do?) People = Shit (Cuz I am not afraid of you) People = Shit (I'm everything you'll never be) People = Shit It never stops - you can't be everything to everyone Contagion - I'm sittin' at the side of Satan What do you want from me? They never told me the failure I was meant to be Overdo it - don't tell me you blew it Stop your bitchin' and fight your way through it I'M - NOT - LIKE - YOU - I - JUST - FUCK - UP C'mon mother fucker, everybody has to die People = Shit People = Shit (Whatcha gonna do?) People = Shit (Cuz I am not afraid of you) People = Shit (I'm everything you'll never be) People = Shit The Heretic Anthem I'm a pop star threat and I'm not dead yet Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner, I want to be a sinner An idolized bang for the industry killer A hideous man that you don't understand Throw a suicide party and I'm guaranted to fucking snap It's evilsonic, it's pornoholic Breakdowns, obscenities, it's all I wanna be If you're 555, then I'm 666 If you're 555, I'm 666 (What's it like to be a heretic?) Everybody's so infatuated Everybody's so completely sure of what we are Everybody defamates from miles away But face to face, they haven't got a thing to say I bleed for this and I bleed for you Still you look in my face like I'm somebody new TOY - nobody wants anything I've got Which is fine, because you're made of Everything - I'm - NOT If you're 555, then I'm 666 If you're 555, I'm 666 (What's it like to be a heretic?) 30 seconds, 16, 8, 4, lemme tell you why I haven't the slightest, I'm teaching your brightest They're listening, clamoring All the money in the world can't buy me GO AHEAD, LIE TO ME Tell me again how you're tortured I wanna know how you followed your orders so well You're full of SHIT You had a dream, but this ain't it IIf you're 555, then I'm 666 If you're 555, I'm 666 (What's it like to be a heretic?) ----------------------------------------- Rammstein lyrics} Mein Teil(english) Today I will meet a gentleman He likes me so much he could eat me up Soft parts and even hard ones [3] are on the menu Because you are what you eat and you know what it is It is my part – no My part – no There that's my part – no My part – no The dull blade good and proper I'm bleeding heavily and feeling sick Although I have to fight to stay awake I keep eating while in convulsions It's just so well seasoned and so nicely flambéed and so lovingly served on porcelain And with it, a good wine and gentle candlelight Yeah I'll take my time You've got to have some culture Because you are what you eat and you know what it is It is my part – no My part – no Because that's my part – no Yes it's my part – no A cry will ascend to heaven It will cut through hosts of angels Feather-flesh will shriekingly fall from the top of the clouds onto my childhood [1] "Teil" means "part" or "piece", but can also be slang for "penis", similar to "thing" in English. [2] Only present in the single version of the song: This is a direct quote from an online posting made by Armin Meiwes, a man in Germany who found a willing "victim" (Bernd Jürgen Brandes) to slaughter. Before the deed, Brandes wanted his penis cut off, and they ate it together. [3] "Weiche Teile" is a pun on "Weichteile", which means "genitals" in German. ----------------------------- Mairlyn manson lyrics) "Personal Jesus" Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer Take second best Put me to the test Things on your chest You need to confess I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus... Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Reach out and touch faith