Tools in my hands to paint a picture, a picture of Him Crimson and steel are wed To paint a picture, a picture for Him
Abomination of the soul Profane body, a heart’s desire No greater desire than to kill the heart So I strike Each time deeper, wider Wounds appear Abominating the abomination Feelings so Vile So wrong, it must be right I’ll sign my art
Tools in my hand Paint a portrait, a portrait of Him Crimson and steel are wed To paint a portrait, a portrait of Him
The mirror is my Eye To see the Canvas I paint Revulsion and horror tell me That I have succeeded
Tools on the floor Painted a picture, a picture of Him Lying on the floor I’m a picture, a picture of Him