Текст песни Lorna Shore Death Portrait

Playing with the thought is exciting, enticing
These familiar voices become mesmerizing
Slicing and prying, manipulative conniving
Taken control of, bound to sacrificing


My own two hands, the destroyer of man
I have become one with the damned


Playing with the thought is exciting, enticing
These familiar voices become mesmerizing
Slicing and prying, manipulative conniving
Taken control of, bound to sacrificing

Unwanted intrusive thoughts beg for my decease
Tempting and captivating, with a horrific mental masterpiece
Murderous cinemas consume and flood consciousness
Overwhelmed by the urges and blind to consequence
Paint my death
I'm sick of these visions of taking my final breath


My own two hands, the destroyer of man
I have become one with the damned
Mental masterpiece, unwanted and deadly
I have become one with the damned


Contorted casualty, a mangled masterpiece
Deformed decapitation, body mutilation
My hands have forsaken me
My dark head starts to drip on my hands


My own two hands, the destroyer of man
I have become one with the damned
Mental masterpiece, unwanted and deadly
I have become one with the damned


Visions of apathy, a mangled masterpiece
My hands have forsaken, intrusive thoughts awaken
Tempting and captivating with a horrific mental masterpiece. Murderous cinemas consume and flood consciousness. Overwhelmed by the urges and blind to consequence
Paint my death
Murderous cinemas flood consciousness
Paint my death
My clouded head starts to drip its fucking dark matter on my forsaken hands
Forsaken hands