Christmas song

Some heavier footsteps
Morning is here
A wrathful note from dad who spoke for god

“To who fucked up the tree
You’ve spat on the cross”
And jesus slammed his kids against the wall

I hate this place
Like I hated my friends
And everything’s as bad as it’s ever been

How could you?
How could you make my mother cry
Break our family

My christ is dead
I loved him and you took his head

I hate his face
Like he hated my friends
And even going on was at an end

Now i was goddamn special
But feeling better was a sin
My voicе was healing crowds
But did they know my dad was just like thеm

Everything’s so quiet when the black and blue turns grey and green
Fly away and hide from healing just so I can say I’m free

So touch starved I could cry
I break down every night
I’ve been dead for way too long to want to die

I hope my father hears this and he knows how much he fucked my life
I hope if god exists that I can burn in hell and burn inside
I hope the hellfire stops the panic attacks i get every night
I hope the christmas after this I finally feel at rest inside