From the album Trying Times
This is Blake choosing self-erasure over connection. The song loops around one brutal judgment ('you're no good to anyone') without ever clarifying who is saying it or who it's directed at. That collapse, where the speaker and the target might be the same person, is the whole point.
You're no good to anyone / Anyone / To anyone, anyone / Dead, dead, dead, dead
The repetition doesn't intensify the claim. It empties it out. By the fifth 'anyone,' the word loses meaning, becomes pure sound, which is either numbing or true depending on how depressed you are.
I take all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it if I could / I take it down, take it down, just enough, just enough if I do
This reads like someone negotiating with their own impulses. 'All of it' versus 'just enough' is the difference between obliteration and management. Blake never says what 'it' is, which makes the verse apply to anything: pills, blame, silence, distance.
Trials and opportunity / Trials and opportunity / [?] about the world / It was all unexpected
This is the only moment where Blake tries to frame what happened as neutral. 'Trials and opportunity' sounds like something a therapist would say. The fact that he immediately admits it was unexpected undercuts the attempt to intellectualize it.
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead / Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Ten repetitions is either overkill or the exact right amount. Blake stretches the word until it stops meaning death and starts meaning stuck. The song doesn't resolve because the feeling doesn't.
This is what depression sounds like when you stop fighting it and just document it. Blake's not asking for help or offering catharsis. He's showing you the loop. Whether you're in it with him or watching from outside is up to you.