Kinski

Eins, zwei, drei
Eins, zwei, drei

The voices tell me not to take my medicine
A whitewashed moon spits blood on the linoleum
There is no grace, no god above
I have no face, I feel no love
Why am I here, I don't remember anything

The voices tell me not to take my medicine
A maelstrom sucked me down to blind oblivion
Who rigged the trap, who locked this door
The locusts leap across the floor
What did I do, I don't remember anything

The voices tell me not to take my medicine
A book of matches and a can of gasoline
Will blast the doctor straight to hell
The nurses and the guards as well
And in a flash I will remember everything



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Writer(s): Andi Almqvist
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