sillyCategory: Writing and Poetry
I know what you did last night
you're crying for attention.
You want to know what death feels like
awaiting your redemption.
But Santa Claus makes childrens toys
he doesn't have a scythe.
He'll eat your milk and cookies
but he will not take your life.
When life has turned you upside down
don't twist thoughts in your head.
The faith they claim is just a lie.
The world you knew is dead.
So get some milk and cookies;
light some candles, red and white.
Dyslexic Devil Worshipers
Sell Their Souls to Santa.
I saw what you tried to hide
another vein will bleed.
You want to know who told the world
that faith is all we need.
But Santa is a rolling stone
He can't give third eye sight.
The best you'll get for christmas is
he'll fuck your mom all night.
When life has turned you upside down
don't twist thoughts in your head.
The faith they claim is just a lie.
The world you knew is dead.
So get some milk and cookies;
light some candles, red and white.
Dyslexic Devil Worshipers
Sell Their Souls to Santa.
Foot steps on the roof top, and the fat red man's in sight.
Daddies gone and mommy had a really lonely night.
Life is not a bitch. You're mad 'cause she won't give it up.
All I hear is blah blah blah 'cause no one gives a fuck!
I heard what you said to her
the night her grandpa died.
You told what you think is the truth
about a god that lied.
But Santa Claus would not survive
a day with tortured souls.
He'd miss the elven prostitutes
that suck his southern pole.
When life has turned you upside down
(Foot steps on the roof top)
don't twist thoughts in your head.
(Fat red man in sight)
The faith they claim is just a lie.
(Daddies getting on his plane)
The world you knew is dead.
(Mommy had a lonely night)
So get some milk and cookies;
(Life won't be your bitch)
light some candles, red and white.
(She just won't give it up)
Dyslexic Devil Worshipers
(I'm sorry I can't hear you)
Sell Their Souls to Santa.
('Cause no one gives a fuck!)
© 2006
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