"Fountain Imperfection"

fall to sleep whispered in the air as you lay
restless 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 lay
rest us here buried by my voice in roses you lay
theres your grave

in my arms
you peel the skin right off your bones how beautiful are you in
inside the skin i used to hold and you will someday die in

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
you peel the skin right off your bones how beautiful are you in
inside the skin i used to hold and you will someday die in