Текст песни Grotesque - Dealer

Grotesque

I felt the red
Enter my sight lines 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 a 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 the 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
Oh!
Ah, fuck!