Paroles de Portrait Of The Artist

I watched as the black sky parted back Through fields of tar and thread A tourniquet of lace and dialect Our ceremony I fall as the comfort rushes in No terrifying dreams I'll shed my skin for you Have I broken my addiction dead inside (dead inside) Have I broken my addiction dead inside A picture of my genocide Paralyzed the life fell from your eyes My hope is faded grey Our wickedness we share This ceremony I watched as the antique sky turned black Through fields of heroin I'll shed my skin for you Have I broken my addiction dead inside (dead inside) Have I broken my addiction dead inside A portrait of my genocide Have I broken my addiction dead inside (dead inside) Have I broken my addiction A portrait of my genocide A portrait of the artist, a portrait of a young man To sing this song in silence is grand My addiction Dead inside Broken Genocide Addiction Dead inside Broken My genocide