Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Masterpieces, artist - Exhumed. Date of issue: 15.03.2004
Song language: English
Masterpieces |
| With meticulous precision, layers of vanity are flayed |
| The facade of human beauty now a frail husk |
| A gleaming vision of the human essence displayed… |
| Beyond the pretenses of aesthetic appraisal |
| Design and decomposition mesh |
| Each sanguine sinew and tendon lay revealed |
| Another world that lay beneath the flesh… |
| A study in still lifelessness |
| What has become of the deceased |
| From the death artist’s bucket of blood |
| My latest masterpiece… |
| A ruddy complexion is the natural result |
| When the clotted blood congeals in the cheeks |
| Though my latest victim has not yet begun to decay |
| The escaping rectal vapor still reeks… |
| To transform a stiff into a work of art |
| Is a daunting task to undertake, I confess |
| Rearranging the broken limbs can be quite a chore |
| But hacking up innards arouses me best… |
| A study in still lifelessness |
| What has become of the deceased |
| From the death artist’s bucket of blood |
| My latest masterpiece… |
| It was his fatal misfortune to consent to be my model |
| Though the end result was likely not as he preconceived |
| A hasty pulverization of the cranium left him senseless |
| And with a single incision of the throat, of his life he was relieved… |
| Viscous bodily excretions act to revitalize my empty canvas |
| A work in my preferred medium — that of the human carcass |
| Soon this macabre masterpiece will begin to decompose |
| Until then your mutilated cadaver strikes a lovely pose… |
| Forceps, pins and scalpels all come into play |
| As each layer of human dignity is crudely swept away |
| Barbed wire, entrails and sinews are skillfully intertwined |
| A half ransacked corpse in the store room left behind… |
| Skewered eyeballs and brain at last set in place |
| A leering putrid mockery of your once human face |
| Redefining aesthetic values with this visionary piece |
| Let art begin where life has ceased… |
| A study in still lifelessness |
| What has become of the deceased |
| From the death artist’s bucket of blood |
| My latest masterpiece… |