A cold winter morning, bone chilling wind
Natalie’s in England, and only pretend
The blood in this jar is painfully real
What could I do when she asked me to kill?
I feel her with me lying in bed
She shows me the special place to hide my dead
Another blackout, not sure where I’ve been
But I have the severed head of my best friend

You can’t see her face like I do
And you can’t feel her eyes staring through
You can’t peel her rotting flesh away
You can’t hear her lovely voice say

“Please kill for me”
Say it again, just tell me again, my sweet Natalie
Anything for you, my love, my sweet Natalie

At times I see through her, other times she floats
I’d kill to be with her, and be one with her soul
Save all the blood to fill up the tub
No better place to make sweet first love
She names the tools that lead to their fate
Keiser blade, hack saw, sledge hammer, duct tape
Deliver destiny to every one
There’s no guilt with more work to be done
Command me sweetly
And so delicate
Something beautiful and elegant
Wait for the moon and yell at it
The way you speak, I always fell for it