WE ARE CHAOS (song)

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For the album see WE ARE CHAOS (album)
For the single see WE ARE CHAOS (single)
"WE ARE CHAOS"
WE ARE CHAOS cover
Song by Marilyn Manson
Album WE ARE CHAOS
Released September 11, 2020
Recorded 2019-2020
Genre country rock
Length 4:00
Label Loma Vista
Writer Marilyn Manson
Composer Shooter Jennings
Media
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"WE ARE CHAOS" is the second track on the 2020 release WE ARE CHAOS.

Appearances[edit]

Albums[edit]

Singles[edit]

Versions[edit]

  • "WE ARE CHAOS" — Appears on the WE ARE CHAOS album and the "WE ARE CHAOS" single.
  • "WE ARE CHAOS (Radio Edit)" — Appears on the "WE ARE CHAOS" promo single.
  • "WE ARE CHAOS (Clean Radio Edit)" — Appears on the "WE ARE CHAOS" promo single.
  • "WE ARE CHAOS (Acoustic)" — Appears on the "WE ARE CHAOS" Japan and Target exclusive CD version.
  • "WE ARE CHAOS (Remix)" — Appears on the "WE ARE CHAOS" deluxe version.

Lyrics[edit]

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 If you say that we're ill
 Just give us your pill
 hope we'll just go away
 but once you've inhaled "DEATH"
 everything else is perfume
 
 Maybe I'm just a mystery
 I could end up your misery
 Maybe I'm just a mystery
 I could end up your misery
 
 In the end we all end up in a garbage dump
 But I'll be the one that's holding your hand
 
 We are sick, fucked up and complicated
 We are chaos, we can't be cured
 We are sick, fucked up and complicated
 We are chaos, we can't be cured
 
 Maybe I'm just a mystery
 I could end up your misery
 Maybe I'm just a mystery
 I could end up your misery
 
 Marry with the left hand
 So far so far from the mad'nig crowd
 
 We are sick, fucked up and complicated
 We are chaos, we can't be cured
 We are sick, fucked up and complicated
 We are chaos, we can't be cured
 
 Am I a a man or a show, or moment
 The man in the moon
 or a man of all seasons
 Will I be in at the kill
 With you?
 
 We are sick, fucked up and complicated
 We are chaos, we can't be cured
 We are sick, fucked up and complicated
 We are chaos, we can't be cured
 
 We are sick