Take me in and take my arm
I think this could be love
Have me in the bridal suite
Digestion overcome

Fake me out with vinyl sheets
The problem hasn't come
Blackened meat like irish feet
Just look what I've become

Worry tomorrow, but mix me with blood
Cry out tomorrow, but mix me with blood

Take your time, but ruin mine
To feel but not become
Exit life and future gripe
Existing in a ball

A bargain life, the darkest times
Can change, but never show
Take me in and take my hand
I'd love to see you crawl

Worry tomorrow, but mix me with blood
Cry out tomorrow, but mix me with blood

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