Odds of Even
Stare in the face of the grim death
Screaming monsters bring me to deafness
My dagger and swagger are useless in the faze of the mirror
When the mirror is made of my face
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons
Hide your heart in your gut (in your gut)
But for what? (But for what?)
When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow
On death row, soon now all of your secrets are shown
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
Writer/s: Marilyn Manson
