Organic Canvas 歌词

	作词 : Malmström, Wildoer
	I live for what you would call filth and disgust
	Someone's loss of blood will power and light my veins
	I will paint the colour red all over your pitiful world
	I have the knowledge of making art of your pathetic body
	A precise stab in your spine and you body is paralysed
	But your vision still works, you can witness the pain
	You only see it as cut wounds, I consider it art, painted in the flesh
	A quick snap and the lights are out.
	The absence of skin and the tearing of flesh
	People will be chocked by my new exhibition
	Ten different pieces of agonising death
	I'm in position, I'll re-create what's left.
	You think my work is done with rage and hatred,
	But you're so wrong: it's done with passion
	I carefully select what will be my organic canvas
	Mankind need to discover the beauty of agony.
	What am I becoming?
	What have I become?
	Here I am, becoming the final work
	A burning self-portrait
	Why am I becoming what I am?
	You seem to find my expressive art so chocking
	Those who discover my work never really seem to appreciate them
	Watch me perform this masterpiece. Nothing gets more real
	A signature written in fresh blood
	What am I becoming?
	What have I become?
	Here I am, becoming the final work
	A burning self-portrait
	Why am I becoming what I am?

	zuo ci : Malmstr m, Wildoer
	I live for what you would call filth and disgust
	Someone' s loss of blood will power and light my veins
	I will paint the colour red all over your pitiful world
	I have the knowledge of making art of your pathetic body
	A precise stab in your spine and you body is paralysed
	But your vision still works, you can witness the pain
	You only see it as cut wounds, I consider it art, painted in the flesh
	A quick snap and the lights are out.
	The absence of skin and the tearing of flesh
	People will be chocked by my new exhibition
	Ten different pieces of agonising death
	I' m in position, I' ll recreate what' s left.
	You think my work is done with rage and hatred,
	But you' re so wrong: it' s done with passion
	I carefully select what will be my organic canvas
	Mankind need to discover the beauty of agony.
	What am I becoming?
	What have I become?
	Here I am, becoming the final work
	A burning selfportrait
	Why am I becoming what I am?
	You seem to find my expressive art so chocking
	Those who discover my work never really seem to appreciate them
	Watch me perform this masterpiece. Nothing gets more real
	A signature written in fresh blood
	What am I becoming?
	What have I become?
	Here I am, becoming the final work
	A burning selfportrait
	Why am I becoming what I am?

	zuò cí : Malmstr m, Wildoer
	I live for what you would call filth and disgust
	Someone' s loss of blood will power and light my veins
	I will paint the colour red all over your pitiful world
	I have the knowledge of making art of your pathetic body
	A precise stab in your spine and you body is paralysed
	But your vision still works, you can witness the pain
	You only see it as cut wounds, I consider it art, painted in the flesh
	A quick snap and the lights are out.
	The absence of skin and the tearing of flesh
	People will be chocked by my new exhibition
	Ten different pieces of agonising death
	I' m in position, I' ll recreate what' s left.
	You think my work is done with rage and hatred,
	But you' re so wrong: it' s done with passion
	I carefully select what will be my organic canvas
	Mankind need to discover the beauty of agony.
	What am I becoming?
	What have I become?
	Here I am, becoming the final work
	A burning selfportrait
	Why am I becoming what I am?
	You seem to find my expressive art so chocking
	Those who discover my work never really seem to appreciate them
	Watch me perform this masterpiece. Nothing gets more real
	A signature written in fresh blood
	What am I becoming?
	What have I become?
	Here I am, becoming the final work
	A burning selfportrait
	Why am I becoming what I am?

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