Grotesque Songtext
von Dealer

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!