The sky is low and the clouds are mean His mood burns like kerosene The air seems charged with a special qualm It feels like fahrenheit four five one, four five one Malice burns like a constant pain It will never be the same again Her body is tense to the touch of fear The terror screams ring my ears, pure and clear, pure and clear
It sends a shiver down my spine Through these walls I hear her whine It sends a shiver down my spine I lost faith in humankind
A throbbing sound, a suffering voice, pleading on and on and on A taste of your medicine, a taste of your medicine
The worms were severed in his head I tried to think of what, of what they said The cleaving currents of dispute Now leave you with a bad repute, another one, another one You set your seam with your hands The giving comes, the taking ends, the talking hands
It sends a shiver down my spine Through these walls I hear her whine It sends a shiver down my spine I lost faith in humankind
She shouts, screams and cries; it’s not his fault, keep him here Come , hurry , run, run, A taste of your medicine, a taste of your medicine
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