Boiling
Like the kettle rings
Like the devil thinks
I can see it in your eyes
Bodily
Intent of injury
No authority
Approves in the skies
Angry baptisms of blood
Your name was lost in the flood
She can’t recall a thing
She’s naked and she’s scared
You put the knife away
It’s not your cross to bear
Hey, raise and treat me right
I think I’ll check out for the night
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