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.
From Letras Mania