Castrum (ukraine) - The Art Of Homicide lyrics

Can't you see that I am not a part Of your foul f**ing love? Can't you realize that I do not live in dream And misanthropy is my spiritual infinity I play on the strings of mankind But my symphony is requiem And the great number of concentration camps Cover the blood-coloured earth War funeral march Is the play on my stage Holocaust of the races Is the act number one I am the artist who creating The art of homicide I draw the future of mankind - Pits full of corpses, crematoriums Creating the abhorrent masterpiece - The world of the steelhearted ones In my play you can't find the scenes of love They are buried in blood neath concentration camps On my drawings you can't find the bright colours Your future coloured in black and red But I am the artist, the creator My drawings made of blood of mankind And in your eyes I'm the God who creating The art of homicide..