Crawls through the pores of your skin Don't debate it Mystique Mystique Mystique Mystique Mystique to those unknown While all the mists arise Death
Daylight comes, you lift your pretty head from your knees In the past, you always knew you could talk to me I would look to help but certain things I
Tulkojums: Inde. Mistisks.
growing old Who awaits all Crawls through the pores of your skin Dont debate it Mystique to those unknown While all the mists arise Death deals in danger
When i'm feeling tired and low think of all the things I used to know light another cigarette helps me to remember to forget people places heaven knows
