paroles de chanson 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 praying
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
Overwhelned by the urges and bind 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
Amangled masterpiece
Deformed decapitation
Body mutiation
My hands have forsaken me
My dark head starts to drip on my hands
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 masterpice
Unwanted and deadly
I have become one with the damned
Visions of apathy
A mangled masterpiece
My hands forsaken me
Intrusive thoughts awaken
Termpting and captivating with a horrific mental masterpiece
Murderous cinemas consume and flood conscioueness
Overwhemed by the urges and blind to consequence
Paint my death
Murderous cinemas flood conscioueness
Paint my death
My clouded head starts to drip
It's fucking dark matter on my forsaken hands
Forsaken hands