Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)
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"Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)" | ||
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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.
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Appearances
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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.)