Organic Canvas

I live for what you would call filth and disgust
 Someone's loss of blood will power and light my veins
 I will paint the colour red all over your pitiful world
 I have the knowledge of making art of your pathetic body
 A precise stab in your spine and your body is paralysed
 But your vision still works, you can witness the pain
 You only see it as cut wounds, I consider it art
 Painted in the flesh a quick snap and the lights are out
 The absence of skin and the tearing of flesh
 People will be shocked by my new exhibition
 Ten different pieces of agonising death
 I'm in position, I'll recreate what's left
 You think my work is done with rage and hatred
 But you are so wrong, it is done with passion
 I carefully select what will be my organic canvas
 Mankind need to discover the beauty of agony
 What am I becoming?
 What have I become?
 Here I am, becoming the final work (A burning self-portrait)
 Why am I becoming what I am?
 You seem to find my expressive art so shocking
 Those who discover my work never really seem to appreciate it
 Watch me perform this masterpiece, nothing gets more real
 My signature written in fresh blood
 What am I becoming?
 What have I become?
 Here I am, becoming the final work
 (A burning self-portrait)
 Why am I becoming what I am?