Grotesque

Dealer
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 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
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 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
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 Ah, fuck!