: Sounds from the distant past, a ghost of my mind Raging currents which I created in my head Imprisoned me as I went too close To its final aim - within
Everybody who run when the main man come He ain't no novice, no fingers an' thumbs Hi, hi, hi, hi No, no, no, no He comes to spread a little fever Then
Sounds from the distant past, a ghost of my mind Raging currents which I created in my head Imprisoned me as I went too close To its final aim - within
Tradução: Inframundo. Fiebre.
