Murderers Are Getting Prettier Every Day - Marilyn Manson

Do you always have to hire actors

To play the devils that talk me

Out of my sui-sites?

You’re just a ring tone that happens when

You get sick enough to call the one

With bullet holes, bullet holes for eyes

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices of someone else’s angels

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices of someone else’s angels

I broken open the box

When I spoke the spell and I became

An entrance wound to your bedroom grave

And I was paid with the shadow of consensual rape

Your ransom note is quoted by

Your death and birth certificates

And all of your love, and all of your love letters

Read just like my will

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices of someone else’s angels

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices of someone else’s angels

I don’t have to see to know that murderers

Are getting prettier every day

I don’t have to see to know that murderers

Are getting prettier every day

I don’t have to see to know that murderers

Are getting prettier every day

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices of someone else’s angels

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices of someone else’s angels