Through deep incisions mutilating the face by sharpened blade
Dilated pupils staring the mirror
Don`t see the images, there`s no pain, there`s no reflection
Cutting and cutting, the traces appearing
Drawing in a raw sketch his own new face
Being sharpened the beauty on his own flesh
Brutal lacerations writhing the skin
Your will is a relief for the entire putrid flesh
That now is exposed
Willing to belong to a world of images
Images painted by haemorrhages
Your skin- that screen
Aberrations- normality
Almost all the faces are masks of the
Misshapen skin and scars
Invisible and insane monstrosity
Completely blind
Bizarre, we are bizarre!
Inhuman repulsive abnormality
of his own sick mind
That builds a pretty mask
decomposing your cadaverous face
Thousand nails cross his eyes,
for they`ve never seen anything
Brutal lacerations writhing the skin
You will is a relief for the entire putrid flesh
That now is exposed
Willing to belong at a world of images
Images painted by haemorrhages
Your skin- the screen