1.i want to be youre teacher
i'll show u how to cut youre dress
i want u to be frankness
it's decorate youre fuckin provenance

youre bored biography
enforce me to reload youre world
its time to chek the handcuff
i like to be a strange man

art of pain my art of pain
my art of pain my art of pain

2.Youre lust was like a chocolate
for dirty primats and their vitchs
manipulate with methods
the pleashure for youre nasty lips

dont try to disrespect me
i want to cut youre perfect face
i know u will like this place
i want to cut youre fuckin face

art of pain my art of pain
my art of pain my art of pain

now u better,now u better,now u better than before
i dont want,i dont want,i dont want nothing more.
so much better,so much better,so much better than before
i dont need,i dont need,i dont need nothing more