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 that, 
"I love you, so much you must kill me now." 
 ( I love you
so much
you must kill me now )
If I was your vampire,   certain as the moon,   
instead of killing time,    we'll have each other until the sun.   
 If I was your vampire,   death waits for no one.   
 Hold my hands across your face,   because I think   our time has come.
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...   
 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...