A Portrait of the Artist

Abyssal Reflections: Unveiling Shadows in Aiden's Melodic Tapestry
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Lyrics

I watched as the black sky parted back

I observed the black sky separating

Through fields of tar and thread

Across fields of tar and thread

A tourniquet of lace and dialect

A tourniquet made of lace and dialect

Our ceremony

Describing our ceremonial act

I fall as the comfort rushes in

I descend as comfort swiftly arrives

No terrifying dreams

No frightening dreams

I'll she'd my skin for you

I am willing to undergo a transformation for you


Have I broken my addiction?

Questioning if I've overcome my addiction

Dead inside, dead inside

Internally lifeless, devoid of emotions

Have I broken my addiction?

Questioning if I've overcome my addiction

Dead inside

Emphasizing the feeling of being spiritually dead

A picture of my genocide

Depicting an image of my own destruction


Paralyze the light fell from your eyes

Paralyzing effect as the light disappears from your eyes

My hope is faded grey

My hope has turned into a dull, faded gray

Our wickedness we share

Acknowledging the shared wickedness in our ceremony

This ceremony

Reiterating the ceremonial nature of our actions

I watched as the antique sky turned black

Observing the vintage sky transforming into darkness

Through fields of heroin

Across fields tainted by heroin

I'll she'd my skin for you

Expressing readiness to transform for you


Have I broken my addiction?

Questioning if I've overcome my addiction

Dead inside, dead inside

Internally lifeless, devoid of emotions

Have I broken my addiction?

Questioning if I've overcome my addiction

Dead inside

Emphasizing the feeling of being spiritually dead

A portrait of my genocide

Depicting an image of my own destruction


Have I broken my addiction?

Questioning if I've overcome my addiction

Dead inside, dead inside

Internally lifeless, devoid of emotions

Have I broken my addiction?

Questioning if I've overcome my addiction

Dead inside

Emphasizing the feeling of being spiritually dead

A portrait of my genocide

Depicting an image of my own destruction


A portrait of the artist, a portrait of a young man

Reflecting on the identity of the artist, portraying a young man

To sing this song in silence is grand,

Suggesting the significance of singing the song in silence

Yeah,

Confirmation and emphasis: Yeah

Yeah!

Reiteration and emphasis: Yeah!


My addiction!

Reiteration: My addiction!

Dead inside!

Reiteration: Dead inside!

Broken!

Emphasizing: Broken!

Genocide!

Emphasizing: Genocide!


My addiction!

Reiteration: My addiction!

Dead inside!

Reiteration: Dead inside!

Broken!

Emphasizing: Broken!

My genocide!

Emphasizing: My genocide!

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