6 acessos
They say you've got some darkness for sale
The rumour is it makes you go pale
So so so wicked and frail
Slowly
It's miracle you made this happen
Slowly
And now everything will disappear
They say you've got some gems in your sack
And when you touch, they keep turning black
You just keep getting them back
Slowly
It's a miracle you made this happen
Slowly
And now everything will disappear
And though you run, it sticks to your skin
And though you're gone, you're not goin' to win
Let the games begin
Slowly
It's a miracle you made this happen
Slowly
And now everything will disappear