seasons kill us Better luck next year This Christmas you?re gone Everything About This Christmas is Wrong Any gift you think I?ll like When all I want is
kill us Better luck next year This Christmas you're gone Everything About This Christmas is Wrong Any gift you think I'll like When all I want is you
whole kingdom. Love for you is responsibility, eating, for me, is distracting Art is a blanket that covers you for warmth or ignorance You shift with plane rides Where you live is
it feels like you, feels like I, feels like we do And it feels like feels like I, feels like we do And everyone's daze is on Look what you've done
chatter abracadabra Spitting out matter while I'm shitting out data Mmm, chew 'em up shitting out rappers Sipping Pelegrino while I'm giving out matches