Silent Night
Mercy me, oh, mercy me
I’m bent out of shape like Percy’s knee.
This life is expensive, you need currency,
But in the end it doesn’t matter, shit, the hearse is free.
No one gets out alive, that’s a certainty
Take a look inside, and you’ll be sure to see
The evil that resides within you and me
Except you have the choice whether to set it free.
Me? I can’t control the monster
The person you see is a fuckin’ imposter
I’m along for the ride as it pulls the strings
An evil mechanical bull inside the ring
You can’t see the evil, but I know it’s there
The voices make sure that I know despair.
It gets in the way of my line of sight
That’s why I pray - for a Silent Night.