We Are Chaos Songtext
von Marilyn Manson

Some, you know, you need to find some help for you

If you say that we′re ill
Give us your pills, hope we'll just go away
But once you′ve inhaled death
Everything else is perfume

Maybe I'm just a mystery
I can end up your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I can end up your misery
In the end, we all end up in a garbage dump
But I′ll be the one that′s holding your hand

We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can′t be cured


Maybe I'm just a mystery
I can be your misery
Maybe I′m just a mystery
Marry with the left hand
So far, so far from the mad'nin′ crowd

We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured

Am I a man or a show, a moment?
The man in the moon or a man
Of all seasons?
Will I be in at the kill
With you?

We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can′t be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can′t be cured

We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can′t be cured

We are sick