a 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

have i broken my addiction dead inside

a picture of my genocide

paralyze the light 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

have i broken my addiction dead inside

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