Dull - BLACKMAIL

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