The Art Of The 20th Century

I relase your blood I let flow - more And more - I smash Pieces of you on the wall Your body no longer resists - You are to surrender - - You are to die. Murder instinct - madness I entertain the world Society turns Reality to nightmare I kill - therefore I am Be quiet boy, Why do you fear? I'll highlight your life... ...on TV they'll show you - -With a razor I rip your crotch Don't blame me for this... Be quiet boy. Expression -