Blackmail Data Buzz
Can you fake it one more time
Just one more to ad the line
All my traded losses leave at last
To the taste of a faking past
Nothing seems worth saving
You got me dissipating
Stimulation makes me glad
I'm expanding on the things I had
All the things that made those kings and queens
Intending on their self esteem
Nothing seems worth saving…
Now I'm waiting for the end
Just waiting and don't pretend
Here we enter and we don’t look back
Before you got me on my neck
Nothing seems worth saving… .
