They say it was a silent night, a Holy night
Yet it was the last of the holy and the last of the silent,
These demons they lay in wait for their hour at pitch darkness
In the three am cold they put everyone’s heart under zero degrees,
The warmth in our blood could not unite us anymore
The tongues that once confessed love smeared hearts with poison
And freely distributes curses to the holy and evil indiscriminately.
Beautiful feet that found joy in assisting now find bliss in destroying
Looking up to the sky for something pure to fall – rain
Only to realize the sky also had turned inside out- no hope for us all
Breeding monsters within we cloud ourselves with our foolish theories,
That its in our best interest yet at the very least is the concern for our lives,
Taking a step further from God each day and dwelling in our own evil desires
Another way to die; another way to fall from grace to embrace
The image of the one, the only member of the bottomless pit.
As we see glory in that, gnashing of teeth awaits at eternity,
It is then, at eternity, that a longing for a silent night, a holy night
Will reign in our hearts, only that then there will be a permanent border.
Human flesh burning in sulfur will not raise incense but fury,
Fury that will cause an increase in the intensity of the heat.
IT WONT BE A SILENT NIGHT!!
Imma Say It Like This ... 