Christmas (four bombs to wind from a bunker in copenhagen)

Christmas is coming
Life is droning
Aimless, falling down
The truth has made no sound
And what the kids used to say
Turned into an atomic rotten pray
And men are just
Kids with bombs
Exploding out in wounds

The sun just
Burned my face
As the truth has blown their hope
The world was so gritty before
As seeing from above

The sirens of new world have
Load up their heads
And I made this christmas song
Pretending that I'm no bad

Christmas coming
My life is
Killing thee
Aimless, falling down
The hope of a burning ground
And where the kids used to play
Repression
Lie
And pain

As men still kids with bombs
Exploding out in wounds
Of idiotic words, c'mon

Arrows pointing to the floor
Little bell ringing at my door
Sirens blowing now
As christmas is coming down

Arrows pointing to the floor
Briging hell - claiming out for more
Bombs exploding now
As christmas is
Coming down
I won