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