Lyrics: Bent Self
Music: Dustyn Marsing
This is the last time you will bring coal down the chimney for me
This the last time you will see all of your slaves and Xmas trees
You are the past end of the days no more treating bad kids this way
Put the down bag whistle to your friends to them you will never need a sleigh ride again.
Grabbed some blades in the kitchen now waiting for the hater you know the guy infatuated fat and over rated so I gotta teach lessons cause he’s a home invader with stabs & dislocation relocation see no savior.
There's a smell in the walls and underneath the bed underneath the boards no more Xmas
There's a smell in the walls and underneath the bed underneath the boards no more Xmas
No more milk and cookies for you
No more milk and cookies for you
No more milk and cookies for you
No more milk and cookies, no more milk and cookies
Santa’s Dead, Santa’s Dead
Blood red, severed head, demonic notions Kristopher Kringle's erosion upon acidic potions, leaving the dirt under the tree for me to see believe I'll burn this sacrificial tree with my memories that won't fade away, so I'll play this ****ing game, I' will leave you in the chimney tell you rot away, an extinguish the flame, dismember your slay but I'll tell you what Santa, you won't get away.
No more milk and cookies for you
No more milk and cookies for you
No more milk and cookies for you
No more milk and cookies, no more milk and cookies
Santa’s Dead, Santa’s Dead
Santa’s Dead, Santa’s Dead