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