2 acessos
I feel the winds of change, more than
Meets the eye. I got fire on this face, oh
Lord, no can do
Here we are, again, myriads of temptation
And then, now the beast, let us fight, senses
Dull I do this every night. Pot of gold. If I
Fall, then you'd come again to take my all,
So I say, baby no way
Pushing, pulling me, take me to the
Edge insanity, now this beast, will I fight,
Can't tell right from wrong from black from
White, pot of gold, if I fall, so you come
Again to take my all, so I say, baby, no way