Song | Taste of Medicine |
Artist | Clan of Xymox |
Album | Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Moorings | |
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 |
zuo ci : Moorings | |
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 |
zuò cí : Moorings | |
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 |