Canvas painted with blood Images of tainted mortals Inspiration bizarre Thrives in misery I've killed my creations with savage executions I've given birth to death with the brush as a vessel of pain Representations of violence follow the loss of innocence Havoc enclosing the cities Violent notions in motion These times shall be produced In my murders with a verse I've seen my creations reach the floating world These days provoke to create, but new insight just blinds the way The ways of late will take control Prestige of the craft will lose its soul Gods! Please witness this offense by men! Slaying of genuine expression begins Exiled by false refinement crushing the worth of art Exiled by times renewal means to kill the old Insanity still grows within No one can see what I can I dance under the moon cursing the sun Respect for my conception is gone Deficient approach to all that is done I'm drifting away from reality Aspects of the moon - total vanity Gods! Please witness this offense by men! Slaying of genuine expression begins Exiled by false refinement crushing the worth of art Exiled by times renewal means to kill the old I've fallen from the floating world