1. TURPENTINE

I Will Paint My Self Portrait
Out Of The Blood Of Your Own Daughters
Your Scorn, Dilutes Me Like Turpentine
In The Shadows
The Starving Artist Waits
For Another Victim
To Be A Binding Agent

I am an Exile
I am the Beast
I am the man that's full anguish
Made of Hatred for these people
Puppet of Flesh
Victim of Sinners
Bastard of Science
Human Vermin
Life sold away
To the Morbid Machine
Forced To Live In Silence
Left To My Art

The Choking gas knocks you unconscious
Just enough to drag you to my House on a Hill
To enter paint production
Where your blood will make the finest pigment

Go!

Blood is the solvent
To make the under painting
Of your Lifeless husk
This crimson is so pure
Its creation is so simple
This is my revenge.

I Will Paint My Self Portrait
Out Of The Blood Of Your Own Daughters
Your Scorn, Dilutes Me Like Turpentine
In The Shadows
The Starving Artist Waits
For Another Victim
To Be A Binding Agent

Do you remember me
I am the Life You thrown away.