Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)

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"Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)"
Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis) cover
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

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,
    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
    
    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
    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
    
    Na na na na na, na na na na na
    
    You're just a copy of an imitation
    You're just a copy of an imitation
    
    (The President is dead. Let us pray.)