The Art of Slaughter Lyrics

Eyeing a victim
Coldly I plan my strike
Perfect precision
No rush I take my time
Once I am ready
My perfect plan in place
No one wil notice
His life I’ll take

No anger
No regret
No emotion at all
Nothing but my sedate hands
And the sleeping stiff to be

Tied up and hanging
Midair in rope and chain
I plan my entry
In this artwork of pain

My craft begins
Symmetrical incisions
Victim wakes
but
gags prevent his
screaming consistently

solo:
Johnny

Hanging
before me is
my finest artwork to date
Cuts deepening in perfect symmetry
A grotesque sculpture of flesh

Fountains of his blood
Carefully cut and shaped
Sprays my atelier
And floods my sterile floor
Victim still living
A mirror I bring in
A dying smile
My art he recognizes

Beauty
Divinity
Art

Hung there for weeks
Artworks becomes a corpse
Dispose of it
New materials I crave