The Epitome Of Cold

She came wrapped up
Like a Christmas gift
So delicately put together
With all its folded corners
And golden bows
Only to get ripped apart in the end
Oh, I love Christmas…
The world warms for a day
Even if it's just for a day

Chorus:
There is nothing warm about her
She is the epitome of cold

I liked her hidden behind
The delicately deceitful wrapping paper
Because I couldn't see her true colours
But, now, the paper is torn
And we will never be the same

Chorus

She was the package of anthrax that eventually killed me

You seem unaffected... you are
I seem unaffected... I'm not

Chorus