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