Lorna Shore - Death Portrait lyrics

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