Besedila: The Distillers. Coral Fang.

It's come to take from the rope
It feels so still I could just die
It's going to reach up inside
Oh how the blood stains well on white

Uh whaoh the coral fang
Sinking in to make you well
Uh whaoh the coral fang
Sinking in to make you ill

It's come to rape what you hide
It fills the years with reprise, disgust, disguise
I'll burn my own funeral pyre
An from your mouth I will rise out, rise out

Uh whaoh the coral fang
Sinking in to make you well
Uh whaoh the coral fang
Sinking in to make you ill

When the fang sinks down in
Make your eyes white and roll right into him
When the coral stains the skin
Disease is cheap scars are polished clean

Uh whaoh the coral fang
Sinking in to make you well
Uh whaoh the coral fang
Sinking in to take at will