MARYLIN MANSON schickt sich an am 11. September sein elftes Studioalbum zu veröffentlichen.  Das Nachfolgealbum zum 2017er „Head Upside Down“ wurde in der Prä-Pandemiezeit geschrieben und produziert. In einem Statemant lässt Mansion verlauten:

„When I listen to ‚We Are Chaos‘ now, it seems like just yesterday or as if the world repeated itself, as it always does, making the title track and the stories seem as if we wrote them today,“

Manson sagt ebenfalls, dass niemand die Aufnahmen gehört habe, bis sie komplett abgeschlossen waren.

“Making this record, I had to think to myself: ‘Tame your crazy, stitch your suit. And try to pretend that you are not an animal’. But I knew that mankind is the worst of them all. Making mercy is like making murder. Tears are the human body’s largest export,”  

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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 be your misery Maybe I’m just a mystery Marry with the left hand So far so far from the mad’ning 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 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