December Street

Long and dark December Street
Snow borderlines the path
You choose where you're going
There is no turning back
What cold souls await you
Amidst the glimmering Christmas lights
The very merry Santa Claus
Has his red coat zipped up tight
Look at all the little children
The look upon young faces
They have not yet come to pass
The horror of these places
With crooked, little lies
Twisted, venom driping thorns
The ones who sleep in town
Will not wake Christmas morn'
Oh, but I know better
Then to close my eyes and rest
For the dripping, black machine
The grim reaper, my friend, Death
Comes stalking through the village
Goodbye St. Nicolas
All that's left of you now
Is blood trail from finger tips
And the children wake in terror
The Christmas story wrong
Santa Clause is dead today
What a merry song
My friend Death will come for you
Just close your eyes and see
You think sleeping helps you rest
You'll die on December Street