Letra da Música The Art Of Lunacy de Abztract Fortune

Works of Art by flesh and blood
Pictures sculptures made of corpses
The more beautyfull they are the more painfull was their dead
I made them by myself, I killed them with my hands

This must be the work of a genious they say
When they visit my little gallery
Big satisfied eyes they can´t get enough
The don´t realize that they´re watching death

A mother buyed a statue of bones
For the grave of her murdered son
His screams were so loud as I skinned him alive
Now this statue makes her smile

They praise me they love me they give me all
Trust and honour a piece of their soul
I am whatever they want me to be
But I hide a cruel secret their eyes never see

Alone I walk through the hall of all lies
Speaking and thinking bout what I´ve created
Is it me who speaks is it me who thinks
Or one of those creatures they´ll soon be my end