It was the coldest winter, that I ever felt
But the fire in your eyes, could make these icicles melt
Into a river, the type that likes to drown
I swear to God I'll laugh my head off as I'm going down
Decapitated and amused
You'll be captivated by my body, bloated and blue
You'll throw a party, the searchin' type
You'll never find my head if you look a thousand nights
It'll be carried off to, the Gulf of Mexico
It'll be wearing a grin, the type you'll never know
I'm sorry, didn't mean to leave a corpse like this
I guess you'll close the casket, without a goodbye kiss
Yeah I'm sorry, that you did this to me
I'm sorry, didn't mean to leave a corpse like this one
Didn't mean to leave a corpse like this one

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