Imaad Wasif Coil
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