Morgue

you look sick
you look sick 
you look sick
you look sick
i feel you through your waves
i see your face in a way
iu0027d rather hate
iu0027d rather restrain 
arenu0027t we strange 
or are you insane 
wonu0027t you crawl into my skin
underneath my sheets within
sink into the ground below
are we still dead?
you look sick
you look sick
you look sick
you look sick
downstairs below 
I'll sink to you
donu0027t you be afraid
I'll stay with your pain
i feel sort of strange
but soon will be okay
entombed where we lay
with all our soon mistakes
I'm so far away
ahead to my grave