as sick as the secrets of sleep

Marilyn Manson

This is no longer just my communion
The worms of the flesh have turned
With all the sacrifices I swallow
And the blood from the cup is so cold

It s not so evil as much as it s hungry
I see these bodies and the bones picked clean
I built this cage we ve been trapped in together
I can t remember where I hid the keys

A reason for me, for me to get by
Became a need, a need to get high
Then into a life that was no life at all
No life at all

There is a trick to get out of your skin
You re only as sick as the secrets within
But the beast is calling for us and
Slowly assuming control

I was never your taxidermy
I m sewn into your soul
I was never your taxidermy
I m sewn into your soul

A reason for me, for me to get by
Became a need, a need to get high
Then into a life that was no life at all
No life at all

There is a trick to get out of your skin
You re only as sick as the secrets within
But the beast is calling for us and
Slowly assuming control
There is a trick to get out of your skin
You re only as sick as the secrets within
But the beast is calling for us and
Slowly assuming control

Keep sleeping, I ll make you dream of me
Keep sleeping, I ll make you dream of me
Keep sleeping, I ll make you dream of me
Keep sleeping, I ll make you dream of me
Keep sleeping, I ll make you dream of me
Keep sleeping, I ll make you dream of me
Keep sleeping, I ll make you dream of me
Keep sleeping