We are slaves in our bedsheets

Sunk to a new low

Is there something inside?

Something you hide?

A chain of sores

A chain of sores

We all suffer the symptoms

Of a subtle disease

Is this something a toy

For you to employ?

Something left that a kiss

Could not destroy

Boil the water

I really love the daughter

She's a flower

She's a scar

We are safe in our bedsheets

Sunk to a new low

Boil the water

A lamb led to the slaughter

It's a flower

It's a scar