The bad weather
She sleeps together
With someone else
Without a sence

I know the measure
I need my pleasure
But I feel chains
Surround my brains

And so I know the way to heal me

 [bad word] is better than [bad word] 
But rock is better than 

The bad weather
She goes to nether
Down the drain
Under the train

Forget the measure
You need your pleasure
With someone else
Without a sence

And I can tell you the way of healing