Lorna Shore Death Portrait
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 f..cking dark matter on my forsaken hands. Forsaken hands