Obsequey (The Death of Art)

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For the painting see The Death of Art
"Obsequey (The Death of Art)"
Obsequey (The Death of Art) cover
Song by Marilyn Manson
Album The Golden Age of Grotesque
Released May 5, 2003
Recorded 2002–2003 at the Doppelherz Studio in Hollywood, California; The Mix Room in Burbank, California
Genre Industrial metal
Length 1:35
Label Nothing, Interscope
Writer Marilyn Manson
Composer Marilyn Manson, Tim Skold
Producer Marilyn Manson, Tim Skold, Ben Grosse
Media

"Obsequey (The Death of Art)" is an instrumental song, the fifteenth and final track on the 2003 release The Golden Age of Grotesque. The samples heard of people talking in the background is the same as used in "Baboon Rape Party".

Appearances[edit]

Albums[edit]

Versions[edit]

  • "Obsequey (The Death of Art)" — Appears on The Golden Age of Grotesque.

Lyrics[edit]

Left Speaker:
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque,
Be prepared for what you may find.
The hole we have to fuck her.
They taste tension because it is their life.
Chrome Complimental. Stop Looking for Ourselves.
Bored towards Most of It.
We have grown to complain.
The hole we Have to Fuck her.
Im still captive, hide in the distortion.
Its a shame im still expected to waves.
Though We have no disgruntled.
We are lower girls. Man girls good evening.
Nothing is More propaganda than the world.
Tired of them stabbing.
I am a **reverof** forever but still I am a door to all of the worst who are jittery.
Crazy people pretend me to not give a fuck.
And we are made of a dry contact, without the people we arent alive.
We are cows scraping up our genitals, we saved our best milk.
Propaganda is not done.
Break Down Me.
Then the faces will evolve.
Lets just see the only child.
The bored are to be of devoured, but not you.
Right Speaker:
Lets see what we will bring.
We will HIDE.
We have grown just to die.
Does it ?
Their propaganda is not Heavy.
I have grown bored with their best milk.
Evolve. Contact them.
Complimental.
Tell them to hide.
Bored out of this world.
No one will answer us.
Girls.
No one is more abnormal or unimportant than, like them.
I tried, i fucked them still.
No more establishing. Bored. Dont accept them.About.Our life.
Chrome. Bite their bullet. There is fresh something.
But all im trying to do.
Is about their lifestyle is fucked.
Without those people we grow disgruntled.
Propaganda has always worked.
They are very dull. I expected their lives. Girls.
There has to be something...