I met a man the other day, knew he was wicked right away
I saw it on his face, this world, he doesn't love it
The world doesn't love him back, no, not even a single bit
I silently laughed and thought to myself
Murder is art if it hits the right person
Doesn't matter if it's with a knife, a gun or poison
Murder is art
If you find the right one
It does
Just like every other form of art, deserve its applause
Murder is art
Many people shout "Me, me, me", please, everything for me only
This world is all mine
All the others are disturbing me here
I can feel resistance creeping up and my hand's twitching
This world is also mine and you do not belong here
You won't be here for long
Murder is art if it hits the right person
Doesn't matter if it's with a knife, a gun or poison
Murder is art
If you find the right one
It does
Just like every other form of art, deserve its applause
Murder is art
Without any kind of ambush,
Without love for violence,
No, I'm not a sadist either
I just want what's right