Blackmail Dull
I ́m creeping around the circles
of friends I have inside my head
stone the witch of population
leave me there when I ́m dead
All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too
and wicked like the sun I ́m melting for the spell of you two
Ím off the shore and fade into your sea
Dońt seperate me when I suffer
Use a bit of me indeed
Dońt even stop me when I ́m on speed
All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too
wicked like the sun Ím melting for the spill of you two
but now I ́m coming through
Íve reached the point of mass confusion
built to pick it into sand
request it to your own illusion
that́s the story and that́s the end.
