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You preach upon the words of your art,
When you've barely tapped the surface of flesh
The front will portray what conveys my dismay
My art is what you leave
That's my pain
I heighten it to just one more grade
To bring forth a pneumatic day
I am a Masterpiece
I am a Masterpiece
With illustrious eyes
You derive my grade
A contemptuous trinket with which I have slain
Yet another life
Leading to a grave
Let me turn this chapter to my next page
Bereave the corpses of all they've got
We tend to leave a piece or two behind
For the search to continue and the show goes on
When the night is young, when the young blood flows
Streets breathe damp with a fog of red
Paint is the pleasure in the eyes of the taint
Don't close your eyes, the show has just begun
I kill to feel alive again and again
Cities burning bright in the flame of a lost hostility
Paint it black, paint it black, with rigor mortis
I'm gonna bring it back
My favorite trick is to make your insides disappear
Paint it black, paint it black, paint it black, paint it fucking black
This is my show, this is my canvas
Through blood goes the blade
Like a brush in its paint
This next piece of art be fatality
I'm in control, you are the victim
Join the undertow
An artists place is where he finds his wage
I'll call this one my disaster piece
Burn!
With flesh we play, until dawn decays
The ashes dance to the wind tonight
We cast them out as we play our game
They hold no more worth in the artists way
We tame the knife
To its razor plight
These silly girls meet their end tonight
Heart meets knife
Release now, unchained
Hearken to our call
Release now, Ripper
White chapel Hall
My brush, shaped like a scalpel, named after its first act
Divine judgement or no, it has a greater purpose than its own self-service
Like you, without me, would only remain as filth to cover the sidewalk
You may now coat the world as art and live eternal
From Nicholes to Chapman, we stride to the chapel
White in its nature, but poison to the core
Released and finally, the Canonical Five, introducing graciously
My Modus Operandi
My Modus Operandi!
This is my show, this is my canvas
Through blood goes the blade
Like a brush in its paint
This next piece of art be fatality
I'm in control, you are the victim
Join the undertow
An artists place is where he finds his wage
I'll call this one my disaster piece
Disaster piece!
Streets breathe damp with a fog of red
Streets breathe damp with a fog of red
Streets breathe damp with a fog of red
Streets breathe damp with a fog of red
I am a Masterpiece!

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