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!
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! Explain Request ×
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