This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song The Christmas tree's on fire Santa's holding the lighter My parents are both liars I got gifts but want subscribers Thanks for the candy basket Oh God, another jacket My stocking's filled with acid Am I dreaming? What just happened? This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song My neighbors compete to see who Can put up more blinding lights The kids all wish away the month 'Cause they want presents in sight This year had Me so mad I've been bad Got coal that Is sitting under my tree I think that my Christmas has died This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song I guess everyday is Christmas when you this gifted (gifted) Accidentally went and manifested my whole wishlist (wishlist) And now to celebrate I'm getting twisted like the Grinch is (Grinch is) Making it rain, dear Lord, look how dripped the wrist is I noticed you out there in cold (they say) She bad she getting nothing but coal (three strikes) I'm out I should've probably bowled I guess it's just another holiday I'm spending alone (spending alone) When I was just a boy Christmas brought so much joy Couldn't wait for the presents and laughter I couldn't sleep late at night Looking for Santa with lights Those are the memories I still remember Then I became a man Lost sight of who I am But right in front of me was the answer 'Cause on Christmas I feel joy And I turn back to a boy The answer is to stay young forever This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song This is not a Christmas This is not a Christmas song

Funny and isn't it strange how everyone's sorry When it's too late but baby, don't worry 'Cause I'm already dead now have you read the papers, girl? I died in my sleep from a dream that we both became strangers And now I'm so far gone I could see our homes from the clouds I'm on Yeah, I'm so far gone You're the only one who could take me home But no, no, no This is not a love song No, no, no It's just a way to let you know That I trade on the markets Fame on your tablets for me to stuck my mind in store Alone with the hello Boxes and bottles of liquor on my bedroom floor, oh-oh-oh-oh Love me as I scream from the bleachers Cool kids and teachers, yeah All that I needed was a world at my feet But girl, you're so hard to see I might crush it like a beetle bug And now I'm so far gone I could see our homes from the clouds I'm on Yeah, I'm so far gone You're the only one who could take me home But no, no, no This is not a love song No, no, no It's just my way to let you know That I trade on the markets Fame on your tablets for me to stuck my mind in store Alone with the hello Boxes and bottles of liquor on my bedroom floor But no, no, no This is not a love song, no No, no, no Baby, this is our song

Making sense of all the hidden facts Hit and run, that's the way it's made Sick and tired of all Neanderthals? Getting nowhere Getting nowhere Pretend to give a fuck? How can you pretend to give a fuck? When nothing seems to matter at all ... ... ... We fly on (?) empty shell We fly on (?) empty shell Find another way Show me Show me Find another way Show me Show me So far away So far away When I think it's there It...? So far away When I think it's there It's...? Blood, carry me away, show me my partner? x 5 Show me

People did not like that man Max Ernst. (The Blessed Virgin Chastises the Infant Jesus) He was so irrational Max Ernst. (Garden Airplane-Trap, Garden Airplane-Trap) The pleasures of the sight The pleasures of the flesh The vanities of life He loved them all. In the pretty house they go away. (In the pretty house, In the pretty house) In that pretty house they do not stay. (Not in the pretty house, Not in the pretty house) In the burning sea In the laughing lights In the luminous sea In the brash gold night In the turtle's head I blacked out fast. In the city's halls always it laughed. HA HA HA HA HA HA Dada Dada Dada...

The face at the window The features I know I try to escape but The world is too slow The question is big The question is wide I can't see around it I see only one side I hid from the heavens The heaviest sleep Deserve the unwanted When love is so deep Now I was touching you The pleasures are past And now there is only The houses we pass The dreams are all melting Only to reform Outside the heavens Where thoughts are reborn Where thoughts are reborn Where thoughts are reborn

It's not just a blink Or the following of an arm And it isn't just a flicker No it isn't just a flicker Oh, there's a look in your eyes That you can't explain Oh, there's a look in your eyes And when it slips through the rain Oh, there's a criss-crossed thinking (No it's not just a blink) There's a deeper tear (No it's not just a blink) From the house you live in (No it's not just a blink) There's a (?) you can't ignore (No it isn't just a flicker) There's a look in your eyes and it's two-thirds real It's the pulling of the undertow When you can't control the wheel It's not just a blink Or the following of an arm No it isn't just a flicker No it isn't just a flicker There's a look in your eyes That you can't explain There's a look in your eyes And it slips through the rain Underneath the gaze Underneath the gaze Underneath the guise Underneath the guise Underneath the gaze Underneath the guise Underneath it goes away

First she says Why mince modes? If you feel like a patient why not dress like one? Then she says Why can't I sleep? Between icy wet white sheets for three days And sink down deeper than dreams Oh, I'd love that I'd be a mineral deposit A ball of mica inside a rock I'd be a mineral deposit A ball of mica inside a rock Then there'd be no whistles, no radios No screams Then there'd be no whistles, no radios No screams First she says Why mince modes? If you feel like a patient why not dress like one? Then she says Why can't I sleep? Between icy wet white sheets for three days And sink down deeper than dreams What could I say to that? What could I say to that? What could I say to that? What could I say to that? What could I say to that? What could I say to that?

I have slipped into I have slipped into Saw those creatures in the back of my heart Opened the door and attacked them at the start Pushed my blood into a deeper trance It consumes my thought, it alters my stance I have slipped into a mighty stream Open my fins, open my scream I saw you sleeping with your coat on a hill While my face lay at the windowsill I walked down the street on the sidewalks so cold I walked down the street into the coat that folds You turned around, screamed at the scene Grabbed my hand and leapt out of the screen I won't be there when the monster flips I'll have it buried with an axe and a pick I have seen you in your jacket Now I am an outlaw Outlaw