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 hasnt come blackened meat like irish feet just look what ive 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 loive to see you crawl [chorus]