An Artist With A Knife Testo

He treats all life forms like a disease
The only cure is creative death
Bodies become canvases, the start of a masterpiece
A crimson feature wall stained with the shadow of death
Collected trophy skulls hang

In a mind so twisted he elects himself the king of terrors
On his filthy throne he contemplates the next fleshy canvas
Itching to punish sinful parasites infecting his world
He views a sickened life riddled with cancers
He treats all life forms like a disease
The only cure is creative death
Knives are the paintbrush for this artist
Sculpting pain and tragedy into the skin

A sadistic human being views himself as the sword of God
Sends all the sinners straight to hell
A sadistic human being takes life in the name of God
Filters all evil straight to hell

He sculpts away their sins
Bleeds them dry
Cleansing the world with his own gruesome ways
Injecting into the veins of the diseased
Knives are the paintbrush for this art form