BLINDFOLDED I BUILD SAND WORKS OF ART

GOD LOOKS AT ME AND LAUGHS AT ME (TSUNAMI IS COMING)

I RUN TO THE PRECIPICE. FASTER AND FASTER

MY PARACHUTE IS MOCK (I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN IT)

THEY DON'T KNOW. THEY DON'T THINK

THEY KNOW NOTHING OF VICTORY

THEY KNOW NOTHING OF DEFEAT

POPULARITY IS THE DAUGHTER OF MEDIOCRITY

LIFE HAS ALWAYS POPPIES IN HER HANDS. (x2)

BEAUTIFUL WINGED BUTTERFLY

HOW LONG DO YOU HAVE LEFT TO LIVE?

ONCE I WAS LIKE YOU. BUT NOW I FEEL LIKE

EVIL

I'M TOO CLEVER TO BE LOVED

SO I HIDE MYSELF IN MY WORK OF ART

I SEE MYSELF NAKED AND FRAGILE

LAUGHING AT YOU. BLIND CREATURES

ART. LIKE A MIRROR

LIKE A RORSCHACH TEST

LIFE MIMICS THEATRE

BUT FICTION IS SAFER

LIFE HAS ALWAYS POPPIES IN HER HANDS (x2)

BEAUTIFUL WINGED BUTTERFLY

HOW LONG DO YOU HAVE LEFT TO LIVE?

ONCE I WAS LIKE YOU. BUT I KNOW I FEEL LIKE

EVIL

DO YOU WANT TO LEAVE A MARK? YES I DO!

WILL YOU SIGN WITH THE DEVIL? WITH MY BLOOD!

ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A MEANING? IT DOESN'T EXIST!

ART IS A PAIN, CRY BEFORE DEATH!

I WILL SUFFER FOR THIS GIFT OF GOD! YOU'LL SUFFER HORRIBLY!

I WANNA MAKE THE GRADE! ARE YOU SURE?

FOR WHAT IS MAN PROFITED IF HE SHALL GAIN THE WHOLE WORLD

AND LOSE HIS SOUL

PEOPLE LOOK AT ME AND REALIZE IT. MY EYES HAVE CHANGED

EVERY IMPULSE THAT WE STRIVE TO STRANGLE BREAKS IN. THE MIND AND POISONS US

EACH OF US HAS HEAVEN AND HELL INSIDE

AS THE WORMS ON THE CORPSES. MY SINS TO THE PAINTED IMAGE

WORLD HAD TO BE IN TRAVAIL. THAT THE NICEST FLOWER MIGHT BLOOM

EVIL IS JUST A WAY THROUGH WHICH I CAN

REALIZE MY CONCEPTION OF THE BEAUTY

THE MASK OF MY SHAME

IF I KILL THE PORTRAIT. I KILL MYSELF