BLACKMAIL - The Rush

Текст песни

We could flow
Falling through it’s over
Spill it out of nowhere
Make up your mind
There’s no ground
A headless head to borrow
Your menace looks so narrow
On your way down
Hey sinner, why’s your conscience thinner?
Oh brother, which curse you need to smother?
We can go
Sell your blood for no one
Choke yourself and come undone
Your below
I stranded on your dark side
Strike me it’s alright
Hey sinner, why’s your conscience thinner?
Oh brother, which curse you need to smother?
Wash yourself away, your way your way leads to catastrophe
Sense the rush and start to bend
Take me for a ride
Your thrill your thrill without a tendency
Recommand and start to fill