Finch - 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