I Fucking Hate Christmas

Maybe someday I will know How do people scream with joy I can't feel my legs and arms I can barely play guitar And you just cheer on With your stupid shitty songs You will never catch me Giving gifts to anybody I'm evil I don't wanna go outside I can't bear the freezing breeze I won't go to your place I'm allergic to your face But you keep insisting Can't you go and leave me be? I'm getting real tired I might snap and do a thing I break down in the celebration I can't take all the communication Please stop talking come on I beg you Can't keep up with the lights and torture I scream of blood with my copper hands My entire being valued a couple grams I lose myself in the sea of value I am in pain, and I can't die I'm evil