I’m Gonna Deck Your Halls, Bub!

[Verse]
Your body is a temple and there is currently holy war
Between good sense and circumstance
It's knocking at your door
Your won't make it out alive
But who am I to say
How you should keep safe?
I'm not a guideline
You mean something to someone sometimes
You're not one to find out
What people really mean
When they say "This doesn't concern me."
And I'm not quite concerned with transparent empathy
Just a fucking lack of dignity

[Bridge]
And I've already said enough for the both of us
I know I've said a lot of things
Most of which I didn't mean