Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, when you see me draggingDragging my body in the bushesOh, when you see me crawlingWhen my eyes are blind and my skin is whiteOh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohRed light, she was comingI ran and her puppet was my faceShe burned my picture and my soul is bewitchedMy brain is molded and my bonesMy brain is molded and my bonesAnd my bonesShe was the kitchen manShe was the kitchen manShe was the kitchen manShe was the kitchen manShe was the kitchen manThe blind are my brushesand your cover are my fleshMy skin is dried up and my eyes are scorchedWhen I crawl your sanguine out of your orePersecution
