Death Portrait

Lorna Shore

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    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
    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

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    Contorted casualty, a mangled masterpiece
    Deformed decapitation, body mutilation

    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 masterpiece
    Unwanted and deadly
    I have become one with the damned

    Visions of apathy, a mangled masterpiece
    My hands forsaken me, 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
    It's fucking dark matter on my forsaken hands, forsaken hands

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