• The holidays are here
    But there’s no cheer
    Screams are what I hear
    Pleading, begging to stop

    But I won’t stop till you drop
    You fight one another
    Like dogs caged with each other
    I’ve begged for you two to stop

    I take matter into my own hands
    This family was destroyed
    By these little hands
    This little child was made by mom and dad

    Limbs begin to pop
    Fingers are chopped off
    Agony, torture, pain and malice
    Remorse is not within me

    Your blood tastes so sweet
    Finger paint the walls
    Smeared onto the floor
    It’s such a beauty galore

    I take matter into my own hands
    This family was destroyed
    By these little hands
    This little child was made by mom and dad

    Hanging each and every piece of you
    From fingers to toes
    Your head is at the top as the star of the show
    I’ll spend this Christmas alone

    A silent Christmas for once
    No more yelling or fighting
    For once I’m not crying
    Sitting here alone smiling

    I take matter into my own hands
    This family was destroyed
    By these little hands
    This little child was made by mom and dad

    As I examine my doing
    Merry Christmas written on the walls
    In the blood of my mother and father
    Merry Deathmas to you all