I. In the wasteland
Among dead bodies
We paste sand
And we piss on unluckiers.
When we have no
Our target to explode
We dont know
How to use our Black Code.
We have cadaverous faces
And features of monsters.
When we get high places
We turn ego to alters.
After killing without cause
People make a row.
We will never doze
So our business will grow.
Chorus: Violence is an art,
Art is the violence.
Use what youve got
And fuck the silence.
I know who we are
We are queens and kings.
Our sign is scar.
People that kills.
II.Beautiful murder,
Excellent rape.
We dont need order,
We need only hate.
Slit a throat,
Fuck the corpse.
We will roast
While it drops.
Grand sacrifice,
Tremendous burning.
I want to spice
This boring morning.
Disembowel your victim,
Cut in pieces.
You become addicted
To swim in your faeces.
Chorus: Violence is an art,
Art is the violence.
Use what youve got
And fuck the silence.
I know who we are
We are queens and kings.
Our sign is scar.
People that kills.
III.How many times
Should I kill?
How many crimes
I must fulfil?
Take your catling
And throw all fears.
Now, my darling,
You the one who tears.
Chorus: Violence is an art,
Art is the violence.
Use what youve got
And fuck the silence.
I know who we are
We are queens and kings.
Our sign is scar.
People that kills.