歌词
Sharp as the blade to skin
I can’t resist those deadly pins
Smoke fills my fallen lungs
To my death I have plunged
Ice pick has sliced my heart
Devil’s blood, not too smart
No easy way to go
My life’s end I have chosen
It’s crept into my mind
Poison has made me blind
Terror has ripped my soul
The blood the final toll…the blood
The final toll
Evil is in my head
It says I should be dead
The cold and big dark clouds
The heat his deadly rounds…the
Heat his deadly rounds…yeah
Written by: Alfred Morris
