Shut down the disease, brush it aside and stand up off your knees  Tip the scales, spin me some horrible, beautiful tales  Now you're weak, and you're tired and lonely  You can't see what could be yours for keeps all the while  You can take what you want  But you're not so nice any more  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 any more  Everything we have we steal