We´re slaves in our bedsheets
Sunk to a new low
Is there smth inside?
Smth you hide?
A chain of sores
A chain of sores
We all suffer the symptoms
Of a subtle disease
Is this smth a toy
For you to employ?
Smth left that a kiss
Could not destroy
Boil the water
I really love the daughter
She has a flower
She has a scar
We´re safe in our bedsheets
Sunk to a new low
Boil the water
A lamb led to the slaughter
It is a flower
It is a scar
Machines Of Loving Grace Ringtones