Shut down the disease
Brush aside and stand up off your knees
Tip the scales
Spin me some horrible, beautiful tales
Cuz now you're weak
and you're tired
and you're lonely
but you can't see what could be
yours for keeps
and all the while you can take
what you want
but you're not so nice anymore
Everything we have we steal

Run your fingers over me
Pull away the skin
uncover the disease
with a weakness and a tenderness we kiss
consuming each other all over again
You can take what you want
but you're not so nice anymore
Everything we have we steal
We steal
We steal...