1888 (Single Version)
Ornatu
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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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Written by: Andreas Gjefle, Stefan Vorkinn
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