Текст песни The Art

Stringed puppets dancing,
Drawing flies to the stench
Flesh impaled with wires
Sick, amusing, painful play

Imagination, evisceration
A morbid show
With blood on the wall
Hear peoples call
Chant and applaud

Caged in mocked misery
And audience with bleeding taste
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Come in,
Come in and catch the art

Barbed wire, embracing like fire
Deforming architecture
Endless desires, clawing pyre
Like a living dissection

Closing ecstasy, a fevered burning plague
Temptations lost control,
Rips apart the victims whole
Artistic patterns remain
Like a puzzle in its chaos start
Flesh been ripped apart, satisfying the art