bad, Yeah I'll get you so bad. The winters wind has got me hiding under sheets and covers. The winters wind has got me hiding under sheets and covers
Inanna rose, bringing angels repose And Narcissus' fate as their prize Blinded by Diana's mirror Where in coffined truth struggles, forlorn And covetous
When inanna rose, bringing angels repose And narcissus' fate as their prize Blinded by diana's mirror Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn And covetous
When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose And Narcissus' date as their prize Blinded by Diana's mirror Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn And covetous