Lyrics:

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 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
A space in the silence
She destroyed me with one blow
Softer's the gutters' flow
The softer's the gutters' flow
The softer's the gutters' flow

We are safe in our bedsheets
Sunk to a new low
Is there something inside?
Something you hide?
A chain of sores
A chain of sores
Boil the water
It led me to the slaughter
It's a flower
It's a scar
Boil the water
A lamb led to the slaughter
She's a flower
She's a scar