Emetic - BLACKMAIL

Complete what you began

Nowhere boxing to the slam

Entired weeks to scorn

Another wake up with an aching head

I got a masterplan

Move into the aftermath

Confirm what you have said

A promise will not lead you to the end

I’m waiting for the dumb

Tell everyone you come

And hang on truth

Then I wonder

It’s not for you

You’re far from under

Descend from where you stand

You cover up the sweets in my big hand

It seems it took you too long

To catch me with a golden fan

I’m waiting for the dumb?