CorpseChurn - Blood Artist (feat. Ian Earnest) Lyrics

I don't care if you're in pain
It doesn't matter if you're suffering
You get no sympathy
No f*cking grave
Stop pretending there's a soul to save
Stop pretending you're not the only one to blame
You did this to yourself
Now you'll endure the shame

Guts and grime
Identical to the painting I laid out in my mind
She thought she ran away
But she ran out of time
She sunk into the corner crying I don't want to die
I crept over to her
Produced a dirty knife
Grabbed her by the neck and cut out both her f*cking eyes
I worked through the night
Cut and tied
Rearranging her limbs to create the perfect design
This is my masterpiece
This is the perfect crime
This is her nightmare come to life

The found her in her bed
Lacerated with a bag around her f*cking head
Separated from the rest of this mass of flesh
Or what was left of this wretched mess

F*ck

Skin piled high by the bedside t th
No teeth no hair no eyes
No way to recognize
The product of her demise

She never stood a chance
What a waste of life

This is everything I dreamed it would be
A mangled mess
Finding beauty in her misery
Her skin the canvas
Her blood in the ink
I kept her alive, eternalized
Through strokes and lines

Framed by her bones
This is eternal life
This is now your home
Framed by her bones
Hung on the wall to see
By me and me alone

This is my masterpiece
This is the perfect crime
This is her nightmare come to life
This is her nightmare come to life
This is her nightmare come to f*cking life