Leave inside all the bile That you cannot spread Cover hatred with a smile Never humiliate yourself - That's what people hate
An abstract painting, inflicted by unconscious feeling When something goes wrong And black lump of anger absorbs you Gives rise to a misanthropy attack
You captured the moment of peak inspiration And put the restless gray mass on the canvas behind you When black lump of anger had absorbed you And gave rise to a misanthropy attack
Headless body, bloody mess on the wall Exhale rotten smell of death, that makes you sick Two twenty-gauge shells are smoking And black lump of anger absorbs you Giving rise to a misanthropy attack.
The piece of art you've created Was only a pathetic daub And all the passion, you gonna smash faces with Just dissects the abscess full of bile and your weaknesses
Spill outside all the bile Stop fighting the windmills No more hatred left inside - Give up your sick ideas