Lorna Shore - Death Portrait

Lyrics to Death Portrait by 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. Im 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.