John Turrell

THE TEMPER

The last man of the last word, never seen and never heard
The last bite of the apple biting down into your core
A cold hot flush of a nightmare running backwards through your mind
Black eclipse of the sunshine making dark where once was light
Cold hard grip of the black sea washing up it’s evil tide
Smashed you up on the shore line I am all that’s left behind

I’m the temper
How you gonna stop me now
I’m the temper
How you gonna like me now
I’m the temper
How you gonna stop me now
I’m the temper
How you gonna like me now
Oh how you gonna like me now

A flashlight through the pitch night breaking out into your eyes
Smashing down your defenses using all that’s left of your mind
Hot red mist of the fire, burning up so you can’t see or hear
No longer expression, just the blackness of the fear

I’m the temper
How you gonna stop me now
I’m the temper
How you gonna like me now
I’m the temper
How you gonna stop me now
I’m the temper
How you gonna like me now
Oh how you gonna like me now

I’m the temper
I’m the temper
I’m the temper

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