Fall to sleep whispered in the air as you lay   Rest is here kindled by this flame and it decay   You'll stay here   Until I tell you it's 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