What We Have We Steal

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