The Art Lyrics
Drawing flies to the stenchFlesh impaled with wiresSick, amusing, painful playImagination, eviscerationA morbid showWith blood on the wallHear people’s callChant and applaudCaged in mocked miseryAnd audience with bleeding tastePulling strings, open soresCome in,Come in and catch the artBarbed wire, embracing like fireDeforming architectureEndless desires, clawing pyreLike a living dissectionClosing ecstasy, a fevered burning plagueTemptations lost control,Rips apart the victims wholeArtistic patterns remainLike a puzzle in its chaos startFlesh been ripped apart, satisfying the art
Taetre The Art
