Текст: Marilyn Manson. The High End of Low. Wight Spider.

I'll build you a shiny doll house or church
Where you can shrink into a tiny wight spider
And gorge on horrid memories with conceited wings

Smother the past in a cocoon or me
And I'll help you move all the bodies

And I'll possess you but I don't need you
To be another one of my possessions
I don't need you to be my possession

And I won't make you kneel for anyone but me
I won't promise a star, don't promise your soul
We'll say that we don't believe

I'll keep you wet when the world is dry, I can see them coming
I'll take you back inside if they came for answer
Wrap my claws round your mouth tight

We'll consume each other
Until there's nothing left to hide
And they can all drown in our blood

And I'll possess you but I don't need you
To be another one of my possessions
I don't need you to be my possession

And I won't make you kneel for anyone but me
I won't promise a star, don't promise your soul
We'll say that we don't believe

And I won't make you kneel for anyone but me
I won't promise a star, don't promise your soul
We'll say that we don't believe
We'll say that we don't believe

We can't haunt this home, home anymore
No, no, no, no, no
We can't haunt this home, home anymore
No, no, no, no, no

We can't haunt this home, home anymore
No, no, no, no, no
We can't haunt this home, home anymore
No, no, no, no, no