Lyrics Dicker's Done - Tallah

When everyone can see, then everyone will believe
That's all it takes, that's all it takes
A bulletproof plan
I have the power to bring back the dead and the sour

They'll write me back in as the hero-ro-ro-ro-ro
I'll have no equal
A stereotypical fantasy
But woe is me, the funny thing's
That I can't put it into words you could ever relate to

I did my work in the corner
And I shit where I ate
And though dozens of good men have passed
You're fixed, fixed, fixed!

I threw it back to no one, they were just out of reach
Keep on sleeping, but you'll never dream a thing
'Cause there's nothing in your heart but the image of yourself
That is the reason we're here
It's hard to pretend to be something you're not

And now Dicker's done!

Well, hurt's a funny thing, we're dumb by nature
And we're never gonna grow
Just a frog in the headlights of a dump truck
It'll run you down when you've nowhere left to go

The beginning of the end comes fast
So you say the same line a billion times
Like it's ever gonna make you feel different

Shut the fuck up and go stand on your mark
It's personal now - with the sick, I freak out
I'm a prick with a blackened thumb
And I'll stick it in your mouth
On the off-chance it could mentally fuck you up

I'm no hero, I came here to snack on your bones
And to nest in your earholes
Darkness beckons me
You won't see when it comes, you'll just be misery

I threw it back to no one, they were just out of reach
Keep on sleeping, but you'll never dream a thing
'Cause there's nothing in your heart but the image of yourself
That is the reason we're here
It's hard to pretend to be something you're not

And now Dicker's done!

Yeah, yeah
You crossed the road
Took the permanent passport to nowhere
The amphibian hops on

Yeah, yeah
You crossed the road
Took the permanent passport
Denial's a symptom of loss
What the fuck do you think you have lost?

Life hops on
It hops on
It hops on
It hops on, and on, and on, and on, and on

I threw it back to no one, they were just out of reach
Keep on sleeping, but you'll never dream a thing
'Cause there's nothing in your heart but the image of yourself
That is the reason we're here
It's hard to pretend to be something you're not

And now Dicker's done!

It hops on
It hops on, and on, and on, and on, and on