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
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 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
Red

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
Suicide is free
I guess they were right
You can’t kill what’s fucking dead on the inside