Lyrics Grotesque - Dealer
I
felt
the
red
enter
my
sightlines
like
it
was
something
else
I
recover
from
the
ten
of
knives
splintered
with
many
lies,
all
for
me
And
you
think
you
know,
and
you
think
you
know
How
it
feels
to
be
abandoned
and
loathed
by
the
others
I
felt
the
black
dog
creeping
on
me
Insinuating
there
is
way
out
for
me
I
felt
the
black
dog
say
You
don't
need,
you
don't
need
no
money
'cause
suicide
is
free
I've
had
enough
of
industry
standard
Words
built
to
reprimand
not
excluding
false
damage
Bleed
with
me
I
felt
the
red
consuming,
contouring
Transposing
red
Consuming,
contouring,
transposing
I
felt
the
black
dog
creeping
on
me
Insinuating
there
is
a
way
out
for
me
I
felt
the
black
dog
say
You
don't
need
no
money
'cause
suicide
is
free
And
I
guess
they
were
right
You
can't
kill
what's
fucking
dead
on
the
inside
Ah,
fuck!
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