I am an artist and you are my muse, But now I'm feeling used and abused
I feel betrayed when your love leaves my hand, I think you're seeing another man
Suspicion confirmed, you're seeing someone else, And now I just can't help myself
I can't stand idly while you break my heart
Did you think (I wouldn't find out)
Guess what (I found out)
Come with me darling
Prince fucking charming came into my home, Surprised that he found me alone
I sold him a likeness of your pretty face, Shining silver angel of disgrace
Putrid surprise in store for him, Atonement for an adulterous sin
His heart aches for love disappeared
Did he think (I wouldn't find out)
Guess what (I found out)
You're in for a shock asshole
Cracking the facade, The stench of rot
Your blushing bride, A stinking skeleton
Gasping for air Throat filled with bile
Eyes crying tears Of self pity
I am an artist of terror and gore, Step into the gallery if you want more
Morbid statues laid out for display, Frozen images of torment and decay
Now I must end this gruesome tale, I hope you enjoyed this slice of hell
Did they really think I wouldn't find out?
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