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Lyrics:

[Verse 1] [Dark, Industrial]
Razor smile and vacant eyes, another canvas bled
He walks the gallery of pain, where beauty lies for dead
The detective's on the scene, another ritual displayed
A symphony of crimson hues, a masterpiece betrayed

[Pre-Chorus] [Eerie, Whispered]
He says, "Don't take my word for it; the evidence is clear!"
But shadows dance and truths distort, fuelled by primal fear

[Chorus] [Heavy, Distorted Guitar]
The victim and the accused, two sides of the same coin
In this theatre of cruelty, where fractured souls conjoin
He paints with desperation, a portrait of despair
A twisted game of innocence, beyond repair

[Verse 2] [Brooding, Synthesizer]
He speaks of motives, dark desires, a hunger deep inside
A fractured psyche, shattered dreams, where sanity has died
The artist's driven, haunted soul, a prisoner of his art
He blurs the lines of right and wrong, tearing worlds apart

[Pre-Chorus] [Eerie, Whispered]
He says, "Don't take my word for it; the evidence is clear!"
But shadows dance and truths distort, fuelled by primal fear

[Bridge] [Slow, Melancholy Piano]
Is he the hunter or the prey? The master or the slave?
Lost in the labyrinth of his mind, a secret he must save
The truth lies buried, deep within, a puzzle to unfold
In this macabre performance, a story to be told

[Outro] [Fading, Industrial Noise]
The evidence is clear… or is it?
The canvas fades to black… the story never quit

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Twisted Game

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