Melancholy Oxidase - Dealer, Dealer feat. Travis Tabron

Let me dissipate, into violent distortion

The pacifying taste of blood and the sulfur

With pale knuckles, comes a skyline bruise

Stutter in these forms, of bleak and desperate hues

Grit teeth, to display dissatisfaction

I felt your spirit shift, it showed me I am at fault

A failure by choice- I am what I manifest

Spinning lead

When will it disperse inside my head?

Force it’s course.

To a state of reason

Force it’s course.

In which I cease to be

Say if you met me now?

What could you even say?

Rewind it and rearrange, Chemical disarray

Yeah

Click Click Click

Click Click

Click BOOM

Say if I met you now?

What could you even say?

Selfless now selfish, with a different face

How’s all this?

Your «predetermined fate»

Let me dissipate

I now know why we are like this

Fallen in love with our vices

I’ve forcefully dehisced the wound

To remind me what not to do

I cannot fall for this

I cannot fall for the vice

And I cannot fall for you

For you

Evade the feeling I was never good enough

But that’s only changing the fact to fiction

Evade the feeling I was never good enough

But that’s only lying by omission

I met with death in a bathroom stall

Dripping with blood like kerosene doused the

Shattered lens of intoxication brought on by the bitter taste of you

How could you ever love me?

I’m still fucking nothing

How could you ever love me?

I’m still fucking nothing