D E A L E R

Am I just faded or just fading away? Hoping I choke with every breath that I take Insomniac, on track to poison my brain Searching for heaven in a hurricane I'll bite my tongue until I taste it I'm holding on but I don't think I'm gonna make it (Just know at least I've found no peace in living deceased) I met the devil and I let him take a part of me I've been looking for a healer, dealer Tryna find a way to cure the fever Take another shot and leave me out to rot I've been looking for reason, heathen Tryna find something to believe in (Hate) is all I've got so fucking let me rot Yeah, and truth be told I don't care anymore No blood on my hands but still my head's at war Just understand, you don't know who I am So don't mistake me for a better man (And truth be told, I don't care anymore) (I've washed the blood from my hands) So f*ck it this is war When will you understand that's not who I am? So don't mistake me for a better man And still, I can't help but wonder Will I survive or let it (drag me under?) I'm in way over my head, just fucking make it end I'm in way over my head Will I survive or let it (drag me underneath?) And still I can't help but wonder Will I survive or let it (drag me under?) I've been looking for a healer, dealer Tryna find a way to cure the fever (Take another shot and leave me out to rot) I've been looking for reason, heathen Tryna find something to believe in (Hate) is all I've got so fucking let me rot Can someone tell my head when it's half time? 'Cause I don't really think that it knows, I'm I'm hanging by a thread on a deadline I'm living on the edge of a flatline Can someone tell my head when it's half time? 'Cause I don't really think that it knows, I'm I'm hanging by a thread on a deadline I'm living on the edge of a flatline