Art of Murder

I won't regret

The sins i commit

I found myself

Judged by the warden

Their eyes are blinded, cries

Of the lambs, are praying to be haunt

Art of Murder

blegh

Take my hand

Break a smile

Close your eyes

Face your countless lies

Your demise

Will prove me right

Decomposition, rotting in the cold

Blooming perfection, as the blood covers the corpse, to the bones

A house made of flesh, grounded in pain,

the lives i stole will pave my way to hell

left for the bleeding, cries of the fallen

will you lie in the agony of silence

price of perfection, paid with my actions

as you scream for salvation

Close your eyes

Face your countless lies

Your demise

Will prove me right

I will make you smile