Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Art , by - Taetre. Song from the album The Art, in the genre Release date: 09.05.1998
Record label: Emanzipation
Song language: English
The Art |
| Stringed puppets dancing, |
| Drawing flies to the stench |
| Flesh impaled with wires |
| Sick, amusing, painful play |
| Imagination, evisceration |
| A morbid show |
| With blood on the wall |
| Hear peoples call |
| Chant and applaud |
| Caged in mocked misery |
| And audience with bleeding taste |
| Pulling strings, open sores |
| Come in, |
| Come in and catch the art |
| Barbed wire, embracing like fire |
| Deforming architecture |
| Endless desires, clawing pyre |
| Like a living dissection |
| Closing ecstasy, a fevered burning plague |
| Temptations lost control, |
| Rips apart the victims whole |
| Artistic patterns remain |
| Like a puzzle in its chaos start |
| Flesh been ripped apart, satisfying the art |