Leave inside all the bile
That you cannot spread
Cover hatred with a smile
Never humiliate yourself -
That's what people hate
An abstract painting, inflicted by unconscious feeling
When something goes wrong
And black lump of anger absorbs you
Gives rise to a misanthropy attack
You captured the moment of peak inspiration
And put the restless gray mass on the canvas behind you
When black lump of anger had absorbed you
And gave rise to a misanthropy attack
Headless body, bloody mess on the wall
Exhale rotten smell of death, that makes you sick
Two twenty-gauge shells are smoking
And black lump of anger absorbs you
Giving rise to a misanthropy attack.
The piece of art you've created
Was only a pathetic daub
And all the passion, you gonna smash faces with
Just dissects the abscess full of bile and your weaknesses
Spill outside all the bile
Stop fighting the windmills
No more hatred left inside -
Give up your sick ideas
Such a pressure kills
