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?
When will I turn and cut the world?
My eyes are corals, 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 hurt the world?
When will I turn and cut the world?
When will I turn and cut the world?
When will I turn and cut the world?
When will I turn and cut the world?
When will I turn and cut the world?
When will I turn and cut the world?