It
It
Small rooms with record exec types
Whisper away my future lately
I
I
I
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
Shock me with fear it
Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger
It
I blame you, blame me baby
I
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
It suits me just fine
This is the package i
These are the clothes that i
These are the words that i
These are the notes that they
I
I
I
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
And it suits me just fine
