For Me, Art Is Supposed To Be

Sometimes You Feel Awkward Being What You're Best At, You Feel Like You Have To Be Something New.

Libido, Fascination, Too Much Oral Defecation. White Trash Get Down On Your Knees, Time For Cake And Sodomy.

There's Just No Great Rock Albums Anymore. There's A Lot Of Rock Music Out There, But It's Very Bland And Disposable.

I Try And Take Everyone's Ideals, Common Morals, Flip Them Around, Make People Look At Them Differently, Question Them, So That You're Not Always Taking Things For Granted.

You Might Find Me Outside With A Can Of Hair Spray, Spraying It With The Hope That The Sun Will Burn A Hole In The Earth. Another Part Of Me Hopes People Will Grow Up And Evolve And Get Smarter. That's The Paradox Of Marilyn Manson.