For so long I've obeyed that feminine decree
I've always contained your desire to hurt me


But when will I turn and cut the world?

My eyes are coral, absorbing your dreams

My skin is a surface to push to extremes
My heart is a record of dangerous scenes



But when will I turn and cut the world?
When will I turn and cut the world? (repeat)


When will I turn and cut the world? (repeat)