fall to sleep whispered in the air as you lay
rest is here kindled by this flame and it decayed
youll stay here until I tell you its time to go
time to go
you feel my hands around your throat how deep does your soul dig in?
the shovels digging up the hole that you will someday live in
in this case closed shut by my nails as you scream
rest is here buried by my voice in roses you'll lay
there you'll lay
in my arms
you peel the skin right off your bones how beautiful are you in-
side the skin I used to hold and you will someday die in
as long as you put these roses on your grave
you'll stay strong - the fountain imperfection
(you feel my hands around your throat how deep does your soul dig in?
the shovels digging up the hole that you will someday live in)
as long as you put these roses on your grave
you'll stay strong - the fountain imperfection
(you peel the skin right off your bones how beautiful are you in-
side the skin I used to hold and you will someday die in)
the fountain imperfection