Her unhinged jaw disfigurement makes whispers of her hollow howls
Again she tries to scream
Now quiet through this eventide, she gargles
Attempt at words lost in a stream of consequence and crimson spilled from gaping lacerations
The wound from which her words once came,
Now willed with blades to instigate
The oncoming engagement of her own cessations
That hole that once held your tongue,
Now holds your thoughts incarcerated willing the expression, exasperated
We've only just begun...

When history reflects on this scene and my neurotically stained canvas,
A view obscene misted red at your expense, misted red
Dazzling drapings of grey and green, in the picture painted by your death.
The witnessed dying of earth bound stars the reminiscence of your last breath.
We're almost halfway done...

Insides exuding from her bodice like the ebb and flow of her life's tide.
Heartbeats lying at her feet
Beating faster in her stolen fright as bits of it slide through her toes
She stumbles middle-stride.

She looks down bearing witness to, the sunset of her state of being.
Lighting up a darkened sky this night
Her flesh and earth now intertwine.
Anatomy now cut and torn, reflected in murderous eyes [4x]

She looks down bearing witness to, the sunset of her state of being.
Lighting up a darkened sky this night
I shall now claim my prize.

I, the artist, the one you model for tonight.
This painters blade, my serenade, a parody of your power.
But wielded well, right through your skull, you've had your final hour
But wielded well, right through your skull, you've had your final hell

This dance of death at your expense
This couple made up of one
A dance floor framed in epitaph, her head so lowly hung.

An inspired waltz between this corpse and her carrier
My victims end, a most preconceived of barriers
Between paint and penetration.
This irrevocable irreverence had your innocence lost
In converse between the artisan and his atrophied host
Because everything and everyone must surely die
So I look at you
I look at you with dying eyes