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"Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)"
Song by Marilyn Manson
Album	Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death)
Released	November 13, 2000
Recorded	1999–2000 at the Mansion in Death Valley, California
Genre	Alternative metal
Length	4:18
Label	Nothing, Interscope
Writer	Marilyn Manson
Composer	Twiggy Ramirez, John 5
Producer	Marilyn Manson, Dave Sardy

"Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)" is the fifth track on the 2000 release Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death). The song is for the majority, a pun (Narcissus relating to narcissism, and Narcosis relating to narcotics, roughly meaning "getting high on yourself") utilized to mock the media's sole interest in ratings.

Appearances

Albums

• Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death)

Versions

• Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis) — Appears on Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death).

Lyrics

    Am I sorry your sky went black,
    put your knives in babies backs?
    Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's, and Huxley too?
    
    But I'm sorry Shakespeare
    was your scapegoat
    and your apple's sticking into my throat
    Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails
    and your crucifixion commercials failed
    but I'm just a pitiful anonymous
    
    And I see all the young believers
    Your target audience
    I see all the old deceivers
    and we all just sing their song
    
    Am I sorry just to be alive
    putting my face in the beehive?
    Am I sorry for Booth and Oswald, pinks and cocaine too?
    I'm sorry you never check
    the bag in my head for a bomb
    and my halo was a needle hole
    Sorry I saw a priest being beaten
    and I made a wish
    but I'm just a pitiful anonymous
    
    And I see all the young believers
    Your target audience
    I see all the old deceivers
    we all just sing their song
    we all just sing their song
    
    "the valley of death we are free
    your father's your prison you see"
    
    And I see all the young believers
    Your target audience
    I see all the old deceivers
    we all just sing their song
    
    you're just a copy of an imitation