I am the curse To be fulfilled I am the angel of murder I have come for the kill
I am fire! I am disease! I am nemesis!
What will you do when I am coming for you? What will you do? What will you do? Will you try to escape me when you realise? Where will you run? Where will you hide?
I'll burn down the trees All rotten and dead To be able to see The forest ahead My method is madness No more and no less Than annihilation With no greater finesse I slaughter perspectives The filthy collectives Are subjects to actions Abstract and corrective This is a happening Naive and surreal A murderous concept Of brimstone and steel
Our hearts are infested With maggots and flies Our souls have been sold To the lord of reprise...
Nothing is sacred What lie within reach We plague and present As our next masterpiece...
[Enter nemesis]
A ballroom chainsaw Massacre waltz With the accent on the first Beat of three I assault
I'll make you a painting Avant-garde? So cliché! The blood splattered canvas I'll put on display
For all to see In my sick gallery A demented expose Of art decomposed Novelty...
Left there to die On the walls crucified Feeding the flies Another strained smile... Now good bye...
