Testo Grotesque

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!