Christmas Underground

Phony vines crawl through
Swamp-sticky flowered and blue
I’ll be there, taped to my fridge
I’m moved
I won’t forget you shaking in your boots
But I don’t think you can take this anymore
«grey goose’ll fake you out
Herra dura’s gonna melt you down»
I don’t wanna let you spill out
Degrading’s degrading all around
In the real world did you copy and paste too?
Look at you falling around
Aw, poor kid’s gonna drown
Flowers floating in the punch
I ask you what the hell you’ve done
You’re shaking in your boots
Well, I don’t think you can take this anymore
Christmas underground
My hand still bandaged but sound