Portrait of Punishment
Precious the urge that's coursing through my veins
To cleanse you from godly inadvertance
Precious the means to which this comes to end
By turning your innards outwards
Precious the knife that will slice out your skin
Starting at the tip of your fingers
Precious the scream that will tear out your lungs
As i start pulling on the tatters
How bleak
How bleak
How serendipitous
How the body of man is a canvas
How bleak
How bleak
How serendipitous
How the body of man is a canvas
Inspirational
Is your suffering
The blood and bile leave me speechless
Quite transcendental
A human parody
You blind yourself from the beauty
I am at work
Tearing and peeling back
The skin off of your limbs and face
And in your agony
Can't you find meaning?
The excruciating torture is a gift
How bleak
How bleak
How serendipitous
How the body of man is a canvas
How bleak
How bleak
How serendipitous
How the body of man is a canvas
Hung up
Completely skinless
The hunger
The violence
The pain
The point of interest
An art most holy
How bleak
How bleak
How fucking outrageous
That the violence of man is left unloved
To cleanse you from godly inadvertance
Precious the means to which this comes to end
By turning your innards outwards
Precious the knife that will slice out your skin
Starting at the tip of your fingers
Precious the scream that will tear out your lungs
As i start pulling on the tatters
How bleak
How bleak
How serendipitous
How the body of man is a canvas
How bleak
How bleak
How serendipitous
How the body of man is a canvas
Inspirational
Is your suffering
The blood and bile leave me speechless
Quite transcendental
A human parody
You blind yourself from the beauty
I am at work
Tearing and peeling back
The skin off of your limbs and face
And in your agony
Can't you find meaning?
The excruciating torture is a gift
How bleak
How bleak
How serendipitous
How the body of man is a canvas
How bleak
How bleak
How serendipitous
How the body of man is a canvas
Hung up
Completely skinless
The hunger
The violence
The pain
The point of interest
An art most holy
How bleak
How bleak
How fucking outrageous
That the violence of man is left unloved
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Writer(s): Mathieu Provost
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