The Rush - BLACKMAIL

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