| Song | Taste of Medicine |
| Artist | Clan of Xymox |
| Album | Live |
| 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 |
| 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 |