Coil - Imaad Wasif

Every surface pretty

Is hiding something ugly

In the service

In the service

Of this love

Love gave no warning

To my serpentine passion

Oh, the coil began to unwind

The skin to shed

The skin to shed

I love you

I love you

Now draw the curtain;

There’s no innocence left

In my silhouette

See man is a stake

Now call the witness

Into my descent to madness

I became what I became

Just for you

Just to be near you

I love you

I love you

I have hurt

I have hovered

I have murdered in the fall

Just to be so much closer to you my love

To you my love

To you my love