Midnight Christmas,
All the toys fall to pieces.
Midnight Christmas,
before the arsenic
slips into the bloodstream.
And razor blade falls on you.
Tonight.
Midnight Christmas.

On this road
of spiraling crypts
The fading sun now washes out.

It was long ago, when she stabbed
her brother with a knife.
Before letting him fall down,
Waiting for the poison to slip in.

Midnight Christmas,
All the toys fall to pieces.
Midnight Christmas,
before the arsenic
slips into the bloodstream.
And razor blade falls on you.
Tonight.
Midnight Christmas.

But it was her boyfriend
That let her lose her head,
And let her severed neck rest on.

At midnight Christmas,
where the ghouls come to sleep,
and rest their final rest.