Come on, it's the new craze - we'll all see who can drown faster than the medicine that's sinking in to our lungs. I'll move state lines to bring my baby back home. I'm complicated, over-rated, understated. But oh, we'll waltz on the sun and the moon and we'll dance the soles off of all of our shoes. We'll walk out past the farthest dunes. But baby, I want to feel your cancer on my skin. I want to feel your sharp teeth sinking in. Come on and show me just how the story goes - it took me over. These thoughts are just ones I want to keep. I let its' feelings consume me in my sleep. Come on and show me just how the story goes - it took me over. With all I've lost comes rebuilding the frame for this new machine that's forged from within me. My veins are lying weak from their pulsing, corroborating bare-bones evidence that I'm housing the man I never thought I'd be, thought I'd killed a year ago, but he's killing me tonight. So I want to feel your cancer on my skin. I want to feel your blood consume my sin. I think I told you just how the story goes - it took me over. I'm struggling just to stand on steady ground. I feel your teeth sinking in just like a hound, devouring all the things I thought I knew, and now it's over. Oh, the waves of time carry me off in to my mind, somewhere I can find a place of simple worship where I can rest my head, so let me. And leave me be.