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