Songtext von Portrait Beneath the Skin

I carved myself in front of the mirror Trying to find who was left Each cut a sketch of a face That the world never approved of I hid paintbrushes under my fingernails My canvas is my own pain It's not art if no one buys it But I need to be the artist It's not vanity, it's survival It's begging for existence Every stroke is a question Does anyone see me beyond the paint? I'm a portrait beneath the skin That no one wanted to hang I am the canvas and the brush The artwork no one will buy A museum closed off just for me Curator of my own collapse Each scar a catalog Of everything I don't embrace I invited the world to the opening No one showed up at the entrance It was just me and my reflection In an abandoned gallery It's not vanity, it's survival It's the last form of resistance If no one applauds this painting I'll applaud it, in my own madness I'm a portrait beneath the skin That no one wanted to hang I am the canvas and the brush The artwork no one will buy If beauty is currency, I'm broke If attention is oxygen, I'm out of breath I'll keep carving this portrait Until I have no more skin left to paint I am a portrait beneath the skin That no one wanted to hang I am the canvas and the brush The artwork no one will buy