Please take me It's the only way I feel it calling Go away, away You bumped into me I was down and you took me up past the ceiling You are the disease I'm the remedy that numbs all your feelings

When all hope is gone What do you want? What do you need? Bury your life, We have made the present obsolete We've seen the fall of the elite Take your disease We'll find a way, When all hope is gone!

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?" I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease. Let's say we up and left