Słoń: Święta w Piekle 87

yo yo yo
ho ho ho
ho ho ho little trash
ha ha ha
yo fuck it

Frozen blood falls from the sky, looks like rose petals
Christmas is magical time, again we have a lot of gifts
Grandpa sat by fireplace and put joint in his mouth
Look, grandchild what pellet does to his face from this distance
Mom, set the whole table with dishes
Again, she's wheezing in red because she's been bleeding from her lungs since summer
She sings Silent Night while pulling a knife from her left eyeball
And tilts her head forward so her brain flowns out of her skull
Black slime flowns onto the plate, mom doesn't stop singing
As she cuts open her stomach and pulls out her gray intesides
In place of the Christmas tree and winter decor
Dad sharpened a nail and impaled himself on it
There's puddle of urine and dark blood under his feet
When he died, a gift fell out of his ass onto the ground
Sister runs from the kitchen saying "Look what I have"
Right with the first star, I gave birth to a dead dog
Grandpa shot himself in the face, cut off Grandma's limps
Grandma got mad because there were saw marks on the floor
Everyone laughed because grandpa kept provoking grandma
Saying she'll never get out of bed in the morning with her left leg hi hi hi
I clenched my lips, glass slides down my throat
We always share broken ornament instead of wafer
Grandma without limbs, crawled like snail under the table
I wish her warm wishes, throwing up in her mouth
this, this this it's Christmas in Hell
I grind everything into power Like Dr. Oetker
Phosphorus bomb will burn the world into coal
it's 666 stabs straight into your heart
Dressed as star, Ed Gain enters Ouch
this, this this it's Christmas in Hell
I grind everything into power Like Dr. Oetker
Phosphorus bomb will burn the world into coal
it's 666 stabs straight into your heart
Dressed as star, Ed Gain enters Ouch
Mom puts a portion of her pink intestines in the bowl
I grew it for taste inside my body, Diphtheria
Well, eat it while it's warm, take plate at least
But the bullet with broken glass cut my throat a little
Grandma fidgets under the table, started bitting my pant leg
I pull her to torso by the hair and say
"Grandma really"
Let grandma not struggle anymore
I climbed on the couch to start jumping on her head
Just like that lamp from Pixar
Mom is bleeding out, getting weaker, her face is pale as marble
So I cut off her head, the chain saw spins
her head still sings carols, even though it fell into the borscht
And in the background, on the TV, Kevin is home alone at semetary
I hang an ornament on dad's toe
Since he's already tree, let him look proper
Sister approaches me with that sensual step
So I start to blush, because I know what she's about to say
She carries mistletoe, holding it high above her head
"you're been in mom's now it's my turn"
My hands sweat from nerves as she shoves her tongue down my throat
Her saliva has a bitter taste, I know exactly what she ate
In the air Christmas magic, I get on her without pants
Remember that dead dog? The one from previous verse?
From between my sister's legs, the umbilical cord still hung
And at midnight, is spoke, as a tradition demands
Saliva dripped from it's mouth, as black as ink
its breath smelled of decay, its eyes sly and murky
Its voice was so ugly, as if devil himself spoke
First the EP will be released then "CADAVER"
this, this this it's Christmas in Hell
I grind everything into power Like Dr. Oetker
Phosphorus bomb will burn the world into coal
it's 666 stabs straight into your heart
Dressed as star, Ed Gain enters Ouch
this, this this it's Christmas in Hell
But seriously, lots of health and onion soup
Later