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 she'd 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
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 she'd 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?
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,
Yeah,
Yeah!
My addiction!
Dead inside!
Broken!
Genocide!
My addiction!
Dead inside!
Broken!
My genocide!
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