You're meant to be killed for fame
Their "mentally ill" is my game
You'll get to see my true face, but
Won't live to tell them my name.
Art takes skill, so watch my aim
Blood will spill, I'm not to blame;
Art should kill, for life is lame
I'll be your pill, I'll stop your pain;
Cause where's the thrill... in being sane?
I don't expect you to understand this
But to have the guts to call it madness?
Your corpse is wasted if it's not a canvas!
Humans are afraid of the little sadness,
But a masterpiece is garbage if it's harmless!!
I'm in love with perfection, I couldn't care less
If they call me a demon, or label me heartless.
My worst ambition, I'll follow regardless
World first precision, and souls to harvest:
Oh the cursed vision, of being an artist...