Creepoid
calamine
Select language to translate this lyric
Calamine, over broken skin... Donât bother asking, she wonât tell you where sheâs been. Swollen, turning against yourself... Closed eyes & turpentine wonât wash away your sins. A cold wind is here - itâs blowing again. A mother lies. Another lie. Another loved one turns their head & looks away... Thereâs a cold wind blowing... A cold wind is coming.