The canvas screams in shades of red, A symphony of broken bones! You philistine, you rotting hack— Do you dare to call that art?!
I'll carve my name in living flesh, A statue writhing, begging... "STOP!" What’s creativity without agony? You’re just a coward with a brush!
(Chorus)
"I AM THE ARTIST!
THE STAGE IS YOUR SKIN!
Dance for me, pig, in crimson light—
The spotlight burns, but I OWN THE NIGHT!"
(Verse 2)
Rapture drowned the weak like rats, But I—I float on liquid gold! The Apollo Square is my gallery, And every corpse a fucking muse!
You pathetic little dauber, You sketch while I REARRANGE SOULS! A scalpel sings more sweetly Than your whimpering "ethics"!
(Bridge – Whispered, then screamed)
"All great art requires... sacrifice."
(laughs hysterically)
DID YOU THINK I WAS JOKING?!
(gunshot, splicer screams)
(Final Chorus – Frenzied)
"THE CURTAIN CALL IS GUTS ON THE WALL! The audience? Dead—BUT WHAT A SHOW! Bow for me, darling, bow on your knees... Or I’ll nail you to the fucking proscenium!"
(Outro – Sudden silence, then a distorted record scratch)
"Ahhh... perfection.
A zene stílusa
Dark cabaret, theatrical rock, dramatic piano, strings orchestra, tempo changes slow to fast, haunting male vocals, vintage 1940s jazz influence, circus waltz, dramatic crescendos, minor key, theatric