Dull کے بول

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.