I burn the cross
I hate your son
I spit in your book
I piss in your house
I reject your philosophy
I deny your existence
I laugh at your servants
I distrust your intentions
I do not believe
I do not care
you are not real
Nothing changes
everything stays the same
if I run too fast
I'll end up where I began
No escape
from destiny
no way out of the grave I'm in
No matter how much I climb
I'm still going down
No matter where I look
I can never find
a way out of the dead skin I'm in
Give up
go down
can't break free
Nothing ever changes
In my deep depression
in my frustrating situation
in my pointless existence
In the girl I can't have
in the friends I can't get
in the people I can't trust
in the things I can't do
in the words I can't say
In my prison
in my room
in my tomb
In loneliness
in emptiness
in nothingness
In fear
in anger
in hate
in despair
In regret
in the end
inevitably
in the dark
Christmas comes again
we still pretend
the tree is gone
the food is cold
Santa never came
but the gifts were good
Who gets the price?
Who unwraps the first gift and when?
Stay for dinner, be our guest
it's not religion
but it used to be
Gather round the table
pretend it's all right
be happy tonight
it's christmas
(still war)
(still people starve)
(still lost souls sleep in the streets)
(still murder and theft)
(still anger and hate)
(still pain)
But we pretend
we're just having a happy christmas
Where are you Jesus
It's you birthday and we're hurting...
