Testo 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

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