My Art Is Martian

My art is scratched into your head
Your head is bleeding for my flair
My flair is dancing in your glare
’cause your art can only feed my dare

Chorus:
My art
Is in Martian
And in bright red
And in bright red

There came a scream from the old butcher
I heard him gurgling
Then a breath from the school teacher
I heard her choking
Then a moan from the new preacher
I heard him praying
For an ally and a worshiper
And then the blood came flooding

My art will crucify your prayer
Your prayer will put me in the chair
You will electrify and scare
’cause your art is something to despair

Chorus:
My art
Is in Martian
And in bright red
And in bright red

There came a scream from the old butcher
I heard him gurgling
Then a breath from the school teacher
I heard her choking
Then a moan from the new preacher
I heard him praying
For an ally and a worshiper
And then the blood came flooding