Portraits of a Decaying Body

Here you are in my cellar, tied up and naked You'll remain in my darkness, awaiting a painful death I'll keep you alive as long as I can, no one will hear you yell Step by step you'll be crumbling Erase my injuries Eaten By worms one by one Disguise I will take your fucking mask of Liar Drop your act To see you rotting is feeding my inspiration I will paint a portrait Mourned into fear, painting of madness Steps of your decay Sinking skin in your blood Worms are coming in Crumbling and attractive Without masquerade The fiction becomes real Close to death, this passion is misunderstood Now tortured and agonizing, I won't feel any sorrow My brush is still not tired of your hemoglobin Please witness my art forever, immortalized by culture Eaten By worms one by one Disguise I will take your fucking mask of Liar Drop your act To see you rotting is feeding my inspiration I will paint a portrait Mourned into fear, painting of madness Steps of your decay Sinking skin in your blood Worms are coming in Crumbling and attractive Without masquerade Let this illness be The canva's alive fed from your own fears I feel the worms inside, inside of me Above The rotting blood, he gazes me Attracted by my own death And attracted by his final masterpiece Lingering Infected by worms Lost within Infected by worms Around my organs Infected by worms And my brain Infected by