There was a sense of malaise in everything,
It felt like a disease of the body.
You know: the body is ancient, it thinks with its senses,
The omens of fear
Became a pain in the pulse,
A cold drizzle in the hands.
Background:
There was a sense of malaise in everything,
It felt like a disease of the body.
You know: the body is ancient, it thinks with its senses,
The omens of fear
Became a pain in the pulse,
A cold drizzle in the hands.
Background: