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



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