╌╌  𝐓𝐇𝐎͟𝐑𝐍  𝐏𝐑͟𝐈͟𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒  仓̷.  I want you layin' me down 'til we're dead and buried. On the edge of your knife, stayin' drunk on your vine. The angels up in the clouds are jealous, knowin' we found.