In today's world, that which we dwell
is the demons from some kind of hell
and the murder, and rape, and torture still grows
Centuries, so long ago
No trace of a savior, just death under the mistletoe.
Approaches us, the holidays
and yet it brings us theft, greed, and gluttony
Gobbling down that pecan pie,
you shoplifted that ipon for your cousin Ty
Fighting in lines at stores with toys,
trying to get the best deals for your children's joys
Speeding around, endangering people
I bet you'd sit on the steeple,
pretending to be some kind of superhero...
how does that make you feel?
The fact that you'd almost kill... people on the road,
so your son will get a load.. of goodies
It's a wicked world we live in,
full of disgusting hate and hypocrite sins
and that baptist church that protests funerals... give me a break?
aren't they so fake... Jesus will let them bake... in Hell
