#ah...men

There's a crack in the edge at the end of the world, where I will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl. Eat us up, break it down, to the tiniest cell in our room with a view and a window to hell. Where those, who buried bodies in their barrels of fun, will be marched through museums that display what they've done. They'll be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin, where we'll reluctantly let them in. So can I lie in your grave? Can I lie with you in your grave? So can I lie in your grave?