Art Of Terror

He'll invite himself into your home

To slice flesh and snap bone

A grotesque smile, a silent laugh

You're tied upside-down and sawn in half

Sparks fly and razors shine

Your death clock is about to chime

Knives out Prepare to die

It's killing time with your favourite mime

Lights out you'll be ripped apart

Coz violence is pleasure and terror is Art

A hammer to your skull

Brains spattered up the wall

Burning skin and gouged out eyes

The kid next door served up in a pie

Bones smashed and drilled

Endless blood spilled

Faces removed with wicked glee

Hacked to pieces in time for tea

Knives Out

Razors shine

Nowhere to run

Your death clock's chimed!

Is he supernatural or just a man?

When Art comes knockin', he'll cancel your plans