The fever imitates my smile. She's burning up the doctor screamed, call the nurse she's been behaving. The ridicule is retching short of nothing - this one's not going to make it. this one's not going to make it. drenched in acid, her sweat the only liquid in this joint - She's the devil's clockwork in her limelight she dances out your harsh demands – don't touch it's steaming with your disabilities as you fall upon your sharp interrogations. the paycheck stuns another day beside the liquor, beside the gin. Your tonic feeds the flame your pressure breaks her patience – she's fading quick she's fading quick. Before you place your bets recall the outlet's requiem.