A series of songs dedicated to Dexter Morgan. His life, his psyche, his evolution. All here:👉 https://suno.com/playlist/981e9cc8-1f08-4879-a07d-501e87621d33 With this, I begin a series of songs dedicated to Dexter Morgan. His life, his psyche, his evolution, his condemnation, his liberation. The first is a lyric that tells of Dexter's origins: a childhood trauma marks him forever, transforming the innocent child into a man torn between a social mask and his "Dark Passenger." ### I was just a child, painted in red, A scream was cut short, silence filled my head. On the floor she lay, the source of my pain, And something awoke that could never be tamed. Cradle of blood, my fate was sealed, Shadows screaming, wounds unhealed. No innocence left, just the night I trust, The Dark Passenger rising from the dust. Hands pulled me out, but the stain remained, They taught me to hide, to act, to feign. A mask of a boy with a hollow smile, A monster in training all the while. Cradle of blood, my fate was sealed, Shadows screaming, wounds unhealed. No innocence left, just the night I trust, The Dark Passenger rising from the dust. I dream of silence, but hear the cries, The past still bleeding behind my eyes. Every heartbeat recalls that day, When the child in me was thrown away. Cradle of blood, my fate was sealed, Shadows screaming, wounds unhealed. No innocence left, just the night I trust, The Dark Passenger rising— Rising from the dust.
