"can i lie with you in your grave?

there's a crack in the edge of the end of the world
where i will sit with my love in its 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 displayed 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?"

-say anything