Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Art of Homicide, artist - castrum. Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Song language: English
The Art of Homicide |
| Can’t you see that I am not a part |
| Of your foul fucking love? |
| Can’t you realize that I do not live in dream |
| And misanthropy is my spiritual infinity |
| I play on the strings of mankind |
| But my symphony is requiem |
| And the great number of concentration camps |
| Cover the blood-coloured earth |
| War funeral march |
| Is the play on my stage |
| Holocaust of the races |
| Is the act number one |
| I am the artist who creating |
| The art of homicide |
| I draw the future of mankind — |
| Pits full of corpses, crematoriums |
| Creating the abhorrent masterpiece — |
| The world of the steelhearted ones |
| In my play you can’t find the scenes of love |
| They are buried in blood neath concentration camps |
| On my drawings you can’t find the bright colours |
| Your future coloured in black and red |
| But I am the artist, the creator |
| My drawings made of blood of mankind |
| And in your eyes I’m the God who creating |
| The art of homicide… |