Art

When our masterpiece is complete

And the coroner's report is back in

It will read, "The cause of death: Art"

Your death scene projected on the ceiling

What's in your veins will express the way I'm feeling

A melting image of the holes in your head

Bleeding from the walls that we painted red in the dark

Only when you're hurting

Will you know what you are

Only if we end it together, forever

Can you take it that far?

All the fucked up things I'm feeling

The suffering I see when I'm dreaming

Of worlds that can't exist (why resist?)

I only wanted you to believe

To feel my hate without the emotion

Darker than the black of the ocean

I'm breaking, I'm falling apart

All from the sake of my Art

Your rape scenes been rewritten again

I'll make a new mask made of stranger skin

Scratching out the parts that aren't what they seem

It takes a lot of patience to teach you how to scream

Only when you're hurting

Will you know what you are

Only if we do this together, forever

Can you take it that far

All the fucked up things I'm feeling

The suffering I see when I'm dreaming

Of worlds that can't exist (why resist?)

I only wanted you to believe

To feel my hate without the emotion

Darker than the black of the ocean

I'm breaking and falling apart

All for the sake of my ART