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Dysmorphia is a track from my album Dark Descent, which depicts the mindset of body dysmorphic disorder, and the suffocating distortions of reality involved. Please bear in mind, I created this song in 2017 when I still wrote from the female perspective, which I have long since stopped doing in my music to be gender inclusive.
Album Artwork: Katie Metcalfe Photography
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Lyrics:
Behind your cold dysmorphia,
Lives the inner disorder.
Mirror, mirror, my eyes see,
What her mind wants me to see.
Dysmorphic vision, no beauty,
But I feel my bones protrude from me.
Mirror, mirror, haunting me,
Embrace the sickness on my knees.
Mirror, mirror, you’re to blame,
For dark distortions in your frame.
Calm your breathing, troubled soul,
You need’nt whisper anymore,
Scream my name and I’ll be there,
Behind your cold dysmorphic stare.
Trapped within, the shards of glass,
Mind games at play, right to the last,
Don’t try to ignore it,
Your life grown so distorted.
Mirror, mirror, hide her bones,
Morph her figure, from her own.
Mirror, mirror, show her pain,
Reflect the poisons in her veins.
Mirror, mirror, show her how,
To swallow guilt and hold her vow.
Show her all illusory,
And make her crawl back into me.
Calm your breathing, troubled soul,
You need’nt whisper anymore,
Scream my name and I’ll be there,
Behind your cold dysmorphic stare.
Trapped within, the shards of glass,
Mind games at play, right to the last,
Don’t try to ignore it,
Your life grown so distorted.
Behind your cold dysmorphia.
Changing shape in every way,
I feel so ugly everyday,
“Don’t you dare ignore it,
You know how I abhor it.”
Imperfections everywhere,
My flaws they morph with every stare,
I just can’t ignore it,
My life grown so dysmorphic.
Lives the inner disorder.
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