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Square Dance

Never been the type to bend or budge.

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Born Villain (Title Track)

I could give you a dozen
Fresh; Cut; Pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
Would grow to become

I’m born villain
Don’t pretend to be a victim

(Marilyn MansonBorn Villain)

Above are lyrics I plucked from the song, some of the ones that stood out to me. Not only do I adore this song – partially for the layers of sound, the undercurrent – but I thought this fan made (i.e. unofficial) music video was awesome. The person that uploaded it (EvansBlue19) put this as the description: “Unofficial music video for Born Villain the title track off of Born Villain by Marilyn Manson. Clips are from movies I love and random gifs I found. I am not a film maker or an artist in anyway  I give full credit to the film makers. I spent hours putting this video together to fit the song. An homage to horror. I hope you all enjoy. Please leave me a comment about why you like it or why you hated it. Thank You.” Seriously, this is worth watching just for the video this person put together.

To Be Among No One

Once you destroy your idols, the images in your heart and mind of the people you used to look up to, there’s a sense of disillusionment, accompanied by a profound feeling of aloneness. It’s the realization that there’s no heroes or villians among us. It leaves us out in the cold, without higher beings to look up to, without hope.

“There’s no drugged-out devils or square-halo angels walking among us.”
– Marilyn Manson, Hey Cruel World…

I say it’s a realization… but that doesn’t have to make it true. I think you can realize something without it stunting your ambitions.

I may walk among no one. But that doesn’t mean those images in my minds eye have to be condemned to die. Rebuilt, frankensteined together, synthesized into something of my own, something just as precious as what it once was; not damned to the fringes of my memories.

I walk among no one because I still aspire to be more than what this world has to offer or ask of me, I still want to be more than what I am. When you realize there are no true gods of man, the road to forging yourself into one is lonely indeed, but I believe its still there.

In any case, I don’t know that you could ever know for sure. Maybe it only feels like being among no one sometimes.