Calamine Songtext
von Creepoid

Calamine, over broken skin...
Don′t bother asking, she won't tell you where she′s been.
Swollen, turning against yourself...
Closed eyes & turpentine won't wash away your sins.
A cold wind is here - it's blowing again. A mother lies.
Another lie.
Another loved one turns their head & looks away...
There′s a cold wind blowing...
A cold wind is coming.