Big Black. Unknown (Demo '82) (№ 331205)

My legs broken, my back is weak
Those words got whispered, those words meant nothing
Someone peel the skin. from the back of my neck
It's time to get up now, it's time to go
Everything I touch, it rots away
I can build a life out of this cures
The use wears off, like drying blood
My flesh is healthy, I can survive.
My legs are broken, and the neck relaxed.
Someone whispered to me these words, but they mean nothing.
Someone peels my skin right off my back.
It's time to get up, it was time to leave.
Everything I touch, it rots.
I can build my life thanks to these medications.
These medications are so easy, one gets the feeling that freezes my blood.
My flesh is healed, I can survive on.


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