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I am an artist in a tortured shell A tortured soul, a living hell But I’m so cold it suits me well A place where only I can dwell The burning flesh I love the smell Another loss lets ring the bell Another day a soul to sell Another masked story to tell But like I said I love the place If I had another life it’d be a waste Everything is black besides my face But ill rise to my state of grace No one can keep up with my pace So I’ll slow it down it’s not a race But if I could I’d leave you here Just like Van Gogh I’ll taint an ear Like Edgar Allan Poe my dear I’ll face the darkness without fear I’ll curse the world but hold you near A wicked smile an evil sneer My clockwork may be missing a gear But like I said I love it here