Can't you see that I am not a part Of your foul fucking love? Can't you realize that I do not live in dream And misanthropy is my spiritual infinity
I play on the strings of mankind But my symphony is requiem And the great number of concentration camps Cover the blood-coloured earth
War funeral march Is the play on my stage Holocaust of the races Is the act number one I am the artist who creating The art of homicide
I draw the future of mankind - Pits full of corpses, crematoriums Creating the abhorrent masterpiece - The world of the steelhearted ones
In my play you can't find the scenes of love They are buried in blood neath concentration camps On my drawings you can't find the bright colours Your future coloured in black and red
But I am the artist, the creator My drawings made of blood of mankind And in your eyes I'm the God who creating The art of homicide...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
