Disease

And the lions ate the christians, and the
Christians burned the witches,
And even I am out of explanations,
But maybe that doesn't matter anymore,
Cause maybe you can read my thoughts
And going to school, going to work,
Doing the dishes, knife and fork,
All of that, all in all, hand in hand,
Spring and fall,
I believe I could get through it,
I could even get into it,
But only you can make me do it

And, if there is disease in you,
I want to have that disease, too,
'Cause I want everything
That is inside you

If there is disease in you,
I want to have that disease, too,
'Cause if you die,
Then I should die beside you

I began to read your profile:
You are independent, mobile...
Well, I know just as little
About perfection,
But we're running in the same direction,
So maybe that doesn't matter anyhow

Belly aches, hair falls off,
Skin gets covered with liver spots,
Blood in the mouth
And a racking cough,
Head gets filled
With feverish thoughts

I believe I could get through it,
I could even get into it,
But only you can make me do it

And, if there is disease in you,
I want to have that disease, too,
'Cause I want everything
That is inside you

If there is disease in you,
I want to have that disease, too,
'Cause if you die,
Then I should die beside you

If there is disease in you,
Fall asleep and I will wake beside you,
And, if there is disease in you,
I want to have that disease, too
'Cause I want everything,
That is inside you...
Inside you,
Inside you...