They say you've got some darkness for sale
The rumour is it makes you go pale
So so so wicked and frail

Slowly
It's miracle you made this happen
Slowly
And now everything will disappear

They say you've got some gems in your sack
And when you touch, they keep turning black
You just keep getting them back

Slowly
It's a miracle you made this happen
Slowly
And now everything will disappear

And though you run, it sticks to your skin
And though you're gone, you're not goin' to win
Let the games begin

Slowly
It's a miracle you made this happen
Slowly
And now everything will disappear