Something is shedding its scales/Crying from the heat of the light/Or the empty shell on the stage/”And cash is the poor man’s money”
from Say10 lyrics by Marilyn Manson
Dark syncopated drums, police sirens and wailing piano licks mark his descent into madness. Instead of praying to god above he’s calling upon Satan to cleanse the human race of its inequity. Money is the subject of his ire and his belief is that it’s a characteristic of the weak. He begins by whispering his rage and then finally explodes like a time bomb. Fiery and poignant.
