Whispered - Exile of the Floating World

[00:16.70] Canvas painted with blood

[00:18.70] Images of tainted mortals

[00:21.21] Inspiration bizarre

[00:23.20] Thrives in misery

[00:25.34] I've killed my creations

[00:27.09] With savage executions

[00:29.09] I've given birth to death

[00:31.34] With the brush as a vessel of pain

[00:42.09] Representations of violence

[00:46.10] Follow the loss of innocence

[00:50.85] Havoc enclosing the cities

[00:52.84] Violent notions in motion

[00:54.84] These times shall be produced

[00:56.84] In my murders with a verse

[00:59.59] I've seen my creations

[01:01.34] Reach the floating world

[01:03.34] These days provoke to create

[01:05.59] But new insight just blinds the way

[01:16.10] The ways of late will take control

[01:20.34] Prestige of the craft will lose its soul

[01:24.84] Gods! Please witness this offense by men!

[01:33.34] Slaying of genuine expression begins

[01:42.09] Exiled by false refinement crushing the worth of art

[01:50.34] Exiled by times renewal means to kill the old

[01:56.84] Insanity still grows within

[02:18.48] No-one can see what I can

[02:21.23] I dance under the moon cursing the sun

[03:11.22] Respect for my conception is gone

[03:15.23] Deficient approach to all that is done

[03:19.98] I'm drifting away from reality

[03:23.97] Aspects of the moon total vanity

[03:28.98] Gods! Please witness this offense by men!

[03:36.73] Slaying of genuine expression begins

[03:45.97] Exiled by false refinement crushing the worth of art

[03:53.97] Exiled by times renewal means to kill the old

[04:00.47] I've fallen from the floating world