Lyrics Death Portrait - Lorna Shore

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