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• Artiste: Dealer
• Titre: Grotesque
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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 cus 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 cus suicide is free" I guess they were right You can't kill what's fucking dead on the inside Oh! Ah! Fuck!