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Verse 1:
Painting shadows with a crooked brush,
Every whisper becomes a hush.
A masterpiece of fear and doubt,
A web of lies they weave throughout.

Searching for patterns in chaos and noise,
Hearing the truth as the devil's voice.
Each stroke of madness, each line of dread,
A tapestry spun in their own head.

Chorus:
Conspiracy artist, maestro of lies,
Crafting illusions under darkened skies.
Truth is a canvas they'll never see,
Lost in the art of their own fantasy.

Verse 2:
Blueprints of madness drawn in the sand,
A hidden agenda they misunderstand.
Maps of meaning with roads that twist,
Blind faith in shadows that don’t exist.

The world’s a stage, they claim with pride,
But the script they follow is hollow inside.
Building a story that no one can prove,
A rhythm of chaos they cannot remove.

Chorus:
Conspiracy artist, maestro of lies,
Crafting illusions under darkened skies.
Truth is a canvas they'll never see,
Lost in the art of their own fantasy.

Bridge:
Oh, the beauty in the madness they display,
Each brushstroke pushing reason away.
A gallery of fear, a hall of deceit,
Where truth and logic admit defeat.

But in their mind, they’re the great savior,
Unveiling truths in erratic behavior.
The world watches and shakes its head,
As the artist paints in shades of red.

Verse 3:
The crowd grows tired, the lights grow dim,
The artist stands on the edge of whim.
Their masterpiece crumbles, a house of cards,
Reality hits and leaves them scarred.

But still, they paint, still they create,
For the conspiracy artist, it’s never too late.
Each new lie a work of art,
A desperate cry from a broken heart.

Final Chorus:
Conspiracy artist, maestro of lies,
Crafting illusions under darkened skies.
Truth is a canvas they'll never see,
Forever lost in their own fantasy.

Outro:
So paint your shadows, sing your song,
The gallery's open, but it won’t last long.
A fleeting moment, a fragile play,
The conspiracy artist fades away.

Credits:

Lyrics and Composition: Written and performed anonymously by the creators of Black Ambrosia.
Production: Crafted to capture the seductive and haunting allure of temptation.
Rumors and Whispers:

Physical copies of the album are whispered to exist, for those who know where to look.
Performances have been reported in Europe, the US, and Asia. Only those who truly seek will find them.
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