> 6 a.m. Christmas morning. No shadows, no reflections here. Lying cheek to cheek in your cold embrace. > > So soft and so tragic as a slaughterhouse. You press the knife against your heart. And say, "I love you, so much you must kill me now." > > Digging your smile apart with my spade tongue. The hole is where the heart is. We built this tomb together, and I won't fill it alone. Beyond the pale everything is black no turning back. > > Blood-stained sheets in the shape of your heart, this is where it starts... Blood-stained sheets in the shape of your heart, this is where it starts. This is where it will end. Here comes the moon again. > > 6:19 and I know I'm ready Drive me off the mountain. You'll burn, I'll eat your ashes. The impossible wheels seducing our corpse.