65 Still Waiting For Santa

No solace for the living
Bazooka bubblegum deities only dance with the dead
So why not say fuck all and kick rocks straight into the forgiving hands of the great dark mystery?
Maybe the ground is colder than what they promise
And tomorrow is the only chance we have to taste eternity
Which scares the shit out of us,
but my cardboard spaceship never hit the moon
And dammit if I believed


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