Gaslight
Jack Chatfield, Jacob Hull, Sid Ryan
The scent I'm smelling when you're over here telling
Of all those things you did for free
This ain't a friendship, it's a business and I know it
'Cause you want it, you want it, you want it out of me
It's just the same
The same set of tricks
You thrive from this feeling
Can't you see that you're deceiving?
Feeding your ego, you haven't got a spine
Another scheme that promises a profit
Do you mean it? Do you mean it? Do you mean it this time?