Testo di Disciples IV

You better call somebody Something is wrong, so very wrong There's no reflection in the mirror I hear the sounds, the night sounds I feel it shaking every bone I cannot help it, I've been cursed Haven't seen the Sun rise in a hundred years I'm a walking ghost Don't get too close, close, close, close, close Oh, don't get too close, close, close, close, close Something's happening to me I'm turning into a beast Don't get too close, close, close, close, close Something's happening to me Don't get too close, close, close, close, close Don't get too close, close, close, close, close Don't get too close, close, close, close, close Oh, don't get too close, close, close, close, close