Blond Hair Boy

The sun fills your room with light
as you open your eye's
you see a scythe
death sitting on your bed
chatting about your life
wishing that you could die

Hey baby, I need you so bad
that's what you said to her
but she walks away
with her hair in the wind
and you're be my blond hair boy

The process is natural
that's what I say to you
your tear stained cheeks
is all I see
your eye's black with the stench of death
your face is so pure(I want to rip it off)
your gonna die soon
and you're be my blond hair boy

The process is simple
just a couple of minutes
the black feathers
float down gentle
and your hand begin held by skeleton bones
sooner or later
you come to your senses
and you be my blond hair boy