The feeling is cool on my skin The hands turn my shoulders They turn me around It follows me, calls behind It follows me, like breath, and footsteps down halls The cancer grows within her Infecting the child's mind The poison courses through her And seeps in the jealous kind Run toward me, run Hurry toward me, run Run toward me, run Hurry toward me, run Stricken, smitten, and unafflicted Yes, my soul, 'tis he, 'tis he! Beware o sinful land beware Sorer judgements are at hand They loved us into death They Loved us into death They loved us into death They loved us into death (The feeling is cool on my skin) (The hands turn my shoulders) (They turn me around) Into death (It follows me, calls behind) (It follows me, like breath, and footsteps down halls)