Letra Dicker's done Tallah

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
Oh, 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, next time don't pretend to be something you're not
And now Dicker's done!

You crossed the road
Took the permanent passport to nowhere
The amphibian hops on
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, next time don't pretend to be something you're not
And now Dicker's done!

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