Walking Piece of Art

I'm the colour of the earth and fire
A couple are my design
You'd have to be blind not to see
What I think through the ink
But nobody knows who I am
Only what's on the names of my veins
I made myself a canvas
My own living masterpiece

They all said I'd amount to nothing
And maybe they were right
But before I take my dying breath
I'm going to make myself a walking piece of art

I got a anchor below my wrist
And a eagle on my back
My former brides on my chest
Every last one is crossed out
All of them mean something
Just like the sword wrapped in a rose
Except the one with the snake
That was a huge mistake

Cause I paid my dues and fought in those wars
That they talk of with pride
But the only thing I am to them
Is a walking piece of art

Everyone knows I'm a animal
Everyone knows I'm cynical
Everyone knows I'm radical
Everyone knows I'm tyrannical
But nobody knows I'm misrable
Nobody knows I'm a professional
Nobody knows I'm regrettable
Nobody knows I'm forgivable

I always thought that I'd become more
Then what I was always suppose to be
But before I take my final rest
I'm going to make myself
A imbodyment of every thought
That goes right through my head
So when they look and scoff
They can't deny
I am a work of
Art