I will sing death.

The bullet is in the chamber and the trigger is soft. It's time for us to go out.

I will make you poetic.

I surpassed myself this time.

My gift makes me reckless.

I can't stand such ugliness.

I have a soft spot for perfect masterpieces.

I need to wait until the work is perfect.

Take your positions, take your positions.

People misunderstood me. Beauty cannot be evil.

One day, my genius will be understood.

Happiness is a warm gun.

Costume, heavy makeup, a pool of blood.

Death is inevitable, but killing is not necessarily ugly.

Which is a lie, a mask or my face?

I will make you famous all over the world.

Idols never defend themselves.

I only show my true colors to the audience.

They are puppets. When I touch silk threads, they will … dance.

I have never hurt anyone. Just acting ... suffocating.

My audience, they have come in.

I serve a picky customer.

Every detail should be in place.

Every bullet is my soul; Every shot, every fire is my life.

The world is deserted everywhere except this.

This performance needs more ... effort.

The world is cruel, but not necessarily ugly.

The fun of performing is my reason for living.

Everyone is wearing a mask. I just made a pair myself.

If this suit is dirty, I will be very, very angry.

How can I work if I am always disturbed?

I am a silent singer and a legless dancer.

They said I was crazy. Artists are crazy.

Death is not a hurry, but an opera.

No poem can compare with my work.

My work contains questions, but I never have answers.

I should dance for it.

My critics are usually short-lived.

I envy silence because I always make noise.

If blood is more than one color, it will make me more relaxed.

They can dance, sing and die.

The ending of the matter is very important.

My clients always expect me to do my best.

Art should be shocking.

I get nervous before every performance, but that feeling is indispensable.

I am enslaved by this passion.

Yes, this gun, it's ironic.

The carnival on the opening night!

This art stems from compulsion, and I can't resist it.

My theater is called People's Heart.

I will continue until they stop me.

I feel alive only when the guns are pouring out.

Art must transcend common sense.

I brought smiles and screams.

Works are everything.

The moment before the bullet leaves the gun chamber is very painful.

I am pure; My work is pure.

Um ... a passion for killing.

I wonder what they will think when they see me.

Behind every mask, there is another mask.

In short, I pull the trigger and they dance.

It's really hard to work under such conditions.

Let's get started.

Killing is so sweet and sad.

Art must be cruel.

Only performance will put me at the top.

I reassured the customers and set the prey free.

Excellence is not worth mentioning. I must achieve perfection.

I swear every performance is a swan song, but I lie every time.

The gun feels everything, which is exactly my wish.

Even if it is perfect, it is not enough.

I have a soft spot for wild masterpieces.

My task is the ashes show.

I'm recovering from filth and mud. I am a burning violet, and I am the only beauty.

Buy eggs with specific equipment:

Hurricane in Luana: Hurricanes stir their hearts, and I'll calm them down.

Landry's torture: Do I really need another mask? But okay.

Phantom Dance: Have some music and I'll ask them to dance.

Rapid-fire artillery: rapid-fire, what else can my audience experience?

Blood sword: I like drinking rain in musicals. /Red is the main color.

Banshee veil: I love acting, but I hate crowds.

Guardian angel: gold is my main theme.

Mercury machete: art, so fickle

The last whisper: I think they should at least purr.