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.
Styl muzyki
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