Machines of Loving Grace
Kiss Destroyer
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
From Letras Mania