Dicker's Done

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