Awake

"Meier may we be this way forever, and Tell me lover what will become of the others?" Bones, skin, nails and flesh On a bed of lack of passion, a medievil consequence They worry you with all the talk of how you're not their kind Now i'm stealing her body and taking it home There is always one more fall Maladjusted, you must trust me darling Subsequentially, you see, you deserve more than me They bury you while wearing garments of funeral fire