Death Is A Form Of Art

The principle of hatred
Stores in motion the mechanism of self-destruction
The world destroys itself, it even needs help in this.
It is so great and pure in its own destruction
Mankind, nothing will heal your aching wounds
Nothing will close your gaping scars
Substitute your vein – it's the injection of death
Listen to my voice,
I gathered the dying screams of
Human beings in it.
Close your eyes, follow the voice,
It will draw a picture of a pain in your sick mind
Are you happy? Do you like what you see?
No, don't turn away your head, look, look up to the end
You bought yourself a ticket to the theater fall.
You paid for this, watch the show until the end.
This is just a reflection of your essence.
Now just repeat this mantra of hate:
WORLD-DIE!
SOCIETY-DIE
MANKIND-DIE
MORAL-DIE
WORLD DIE
Death is also a form of art