Cam.TBH - Gallery of the Dead Lyrics

Crimson trickles down like rain
You exhale slowly as I sever the vein
I'll paint this canvas with your pain
Precious ink flows as your blood starts to drain

One, two, three, four, swipes of the knife
Five, six, six, six, stabs end your life
Seven, eight, nine, ten, more just for fun
I've only just begun

I've made this slaughterhouse
Into a slaughter home
I'll take a little piece of you
And keep it as my own
I'll add you to the gallery of the dead
Your blood will be a masterpiece of red

I dip my brush into your wounds
The life slowly leaves your eyes
The weight of evil fills the room
You'll never get out alive

One, two, three, four, swipes of the knife
Five, six, six, six, stabs end your life
Seven, eight, nine, ten, more just for fun
I've only just begun

I've made this slaughterhouse
Into a slaughter home
I'll take a little piece of you
And keep it as my own
I'll add you to the gallery of the dead
Your blood will be a masterpiece of red

As your soul departs
You're now my work of art
Behold my masterpiece
Portrait of the deceased

As your lifeless body lies before me
I am the artist
And your are the medium for my art
You are one of many
But you won't be the f*cking last
My art is eternal